Today was a bit of a day.

My visitors were leaving (flights permitting) so I put them to work before they left. I like to get my money’s worth.

While they were doing lots of lugging (hay bales, water, stuff), I fed Gussie and Dahlia, who had appeared.

I cannot tell you just how pleased I am to have these two.  Such sweeties.

And in this weather, Skippy is a total godsend (as is the driver who has now left us, sob).

Everything is a family affair.

And we were pottering along ok today until Tiddles appeared at the fence (lunch time) and said he would like to go inside, please thank you. So I led him indoors and he said he was ok now. Then I noticed that he wasn’t eating despite four buckets of lovely little “amuse-bouche” in front of him.  I gave him some tummy stuff and then he lay down. At that stage, I called the vet because I felt we were rapidly entering Storm territory.

While the vet was on her way, I lunged Tiddles outside and, when he started to gallop, bucking, I realised he possibly wasn’t as ill as he said he was.  I put him back in his pen and he instantly started to eat.  A good sign.

The vet still came and examined Tiddles, while he farted liquid and poo.  She gave him a painkiller and said the bowel sounds were good.  We decided that his sojourn outside last night was possibly too much for him so now I am trying hard not to over-think this.  Fingers crossed we are out of this.

I am now indoors with a gin and tonic to recover too. My visitors are on their plane flying home and OH is cooking supper.