A town day today to sort out some legal beagles.
I had my usual daily tasks to do first before I left so I woke early (even set the alarm), did my chores of feeding, changing rugs and mucking out while the sun rose ominously behind in an anvil shaped cloud.
Everyone was “helpful” to the point of Waffle taking Storm’s old rug off the gate and jumping up and down on it in a puddle. His smile was spectacular and I didn’t have the heart to be cross. I washed the mud off with frozen fingers in the water trough.
So, after my weekly flute lesson, I went on to The Big L. Home of boats that are floating hotels, lights and alleged action apparently, if you read the local paper.
The Christmas theme was upon us.
Except that unicorn gave me the creeps.
So now I am back home. I won’t have to do that again in a big hurry. Everything was sorted and I had a quick whip round Tesco as well for a birthday supper for my OH.
(I will admit that I had totally forgotten his special day and bought a bottle of 16 year old Lagavulin to get me out of the dog-house)
Tomorrow, back to normal – filthy jeans, little furry noses and somehow it doesn’t matter if I smell of horses because everyone around me does too.
I hate town. I belong here.