I Feel Tired Today

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I feel very tired while I write this blog lying on my bed trying to get my back to behave itself.It has slowly been deteriorating again, (immediately after my anaesthetist phoned to discuss the situation and I glibly said I was fine).  It was like my back heard me and started to disintegrate again. So I now have a hospital appointment for caudal epidural steroid injections under sedation on the 16th in the hope that I get in there first, I won’t fall to bits like I did last winter.

Luckily, animal-wise, everyone is being pretty self-sufficient. I just throw food at them n the morning and then leave them to their own devices for the rest of the day.  They all seem happy enough with this arrangement.  All the fields have lots of grass.

After breakfast, I set off to pack vegetables at Turriefield, where I volunteer.

It was a busy morning but definitely worth it for the veg that is available to buy.

I was even sent home with a sack of unsellable carrots for the ponies.  They will be pleased.

I went Into my shed after lunch to make a hand-felted sheep ready for another large order.  When I looked up from my stabbing, I noticed it had clouded over and there was a rainbow on my house.  Well obviously we all know what that means.  Now, to find that shovel and go and dig up the upstairs bathroom!

(there is very hot water tonight so I will have a long bath with epsom salts/lavender and consider that my “pot of gold” – utter heaven).

A Magical Morning

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This was the view from my front door this morning.  Not too shabby, is it?

It was such a beautiful light and so calm.  Perfect for taking photos of five grubby little Shetland ponies scarfing their breakfast.

Here’s a little known fact – there are five rubber feed-skips all with a large scoop of breakfast in them.

So that’s one each and no one needs to share.

Not that anyone would ever share with Newt.  He does not do sharing. It’s not his thing.

Silver is in a very precarious position but for the moment Newt decided to behave himself – his back end has a nasty little weapon (he kicks out with both barrels).  It hurts. I know.

And Waffle is a ruddy saint while Albie is the thorn in his side.  He refuses to eat by himself so   Waffle has a bit extra in his bowl.

Poor Waffle has no choice in this matter. Albie told him it was non-optional.  It’s like this every single morning and Waffle never objects or says anything.

But the morning mist coming off the sea was magical.  I could’ve stared at it forever but I wanted my breakfast too, so I went inside.

Sorting Stuff

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In 10 days time I am going to a local Jumble Sale where I will be having a table. I’ve finally finished the massive overseas hand-felted sheep order yesterday and am now concentrating my efforts on going through the house and sorting unwanted stuff out ready to sell.

Pepper’s got her Hi-Vis tankini on because she buggered off at breakfast.

No stone is unturned in this house and I am trying to be ruthless.

In the sitting room, there is a lovely big box which is quickly filling up.

But I think it might be wise to go through the box for a final time before the Sale.

There might be one or two things I decide not to part with.

Apparently the Japanese method of decluttering is to “focus on intentional living, mindfulness, and creating harmony by letting go of things that no longer serve your present life”.

Luckily for Monster, he still “serves my present life”.  Now I have to tell myself not to come home with more than I take to sell!

Car Problems

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It’s been one of those mornings.

A nothing-going-particularly-right kind of morning (I couldn’t even get my Wordle and Connections completed easily).  That was The Sign.  I should’ve heeded it.

I took my old car in for its MOT and it failed right at the end, when they were about to sign it off as a pass! Out of nowhere the check engine light came on and so it had to be failed.  I left the car at the garage and a new brake-something will also be fitted as the rear left wheel was whistling and whirring on the way in (though apparently not an MOT failure).  I feel depressed now.  I am not good when things go wrong.

On a plus, though, a friend popped into the garage to see how my car was getting on and he kindly gave me a lift home.  So that actually was very helpful.  I didn’t fancy waiting hours for the bus.

And the rest of my day has just pottered along pretty normal from there.  Well, my normal anyway.

Such as it ever is.  So prayers that the bill is less than I think it will be for my Mum’s ancient Honda Jazz. It is at least 17 years old but a real work-horse and the last working thing I have her’s.

I need chocolate. Lots of it.

A Second Breakfast

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I had to take a friend quickly to hospital at 6 a.m. so I left the morning chores to OH, shouting as I ran out the door clutching the car keys “Please feed everyone but don’t worry about pills, etc, I will deal with all of that when I’m back!”

So OH kindly gave the horses, ponies, and sheep their breakfast (which is usually my job) just minus the necessary pills, powders and potions.

Upon my return much later in the morning, I took a second breakfast over to the oldies.

Haakon needs his daily boswellia otherwise he becomes a giraffe!

The two little old ladies got a token gesture because I knew they would put in complaints to the management.

Ditto Kolka.  She would never allow anyone to eat a second breakfast if she wasn’t included. That’s probably The Law.

Bibble aka Iacs also needed his food because he has his daily four anti-cancer pills and I would worry that everything nasty would start sprouting again even if one day was missed.  His bucket is the most important.

Anyway, I told the horses and ponies that it was a one-off and they shouldn’t get used to it or shout “but we’re in a routine” after one day of a second breakfast.

I know everyone likes a second breakfast.

But it is not something I encourage for obvious reasons.