Another sign – *** sigh *** because apparently horses and ponies standing by a fence or gate is actually an invitation for the public to go in!
So OH sweetly designed and constructed overnight Sign No 3 to add to the others, which is very depressing as I hate having to use them. But needs must when the Devil vomits in your kettle. Albie is not helping my argument either.
I daubed on the suntan lotion, as required.
Kissed the noseys of those that asked.
Told Fivla to stop “inviting” folk in by looking quite so lovely.
And told them all to go and get a job looking for grass down the furthest end of their field, where there is loads – I sent them off with a collective flea in their ears.
So of course Team B were ready to take the scroungers baton. I sent them off as well.
And then I spent the afternoon sat in my field with someone I could talk to.
She did her best to listen.
With her darling long lugs.
Gah. Just gah!