This is going to be one of those even more boring blog posts because I am exhausted and lying on my bed trying to gather up some energy for the next thing.
All is well in the land-of-nothing-to-eat. Apart from a bucket of breakfast, the Shetland ponies only get a bit of hay in the evening and yet seem to be surviving.
I find it hard not to feed them all chocolate cake 24/7 but that little voice in my head says we are not going back to fat ponies. No, not never, ever again. I found some old photos of the herd the other day and thought to myself, wow, they were enormous!
Seeing those photos from 2022, I feel ashamed that I let them get like that. It was a slippery slope. I had forgotten just how bad they were.
Meanwhile, in the land of vans, OH got the pressure washer out to give my horse-van a quick once over as it is hopefully now sold and then started on his van too. I tried to put the Suzuki “Eggbox” in the to-be-cleaned queue but it wouldn’t start. I am beginning to hate all machinery now.
So that’s me – currently summoning up some strength to go and cremate supper (no, never the duck, but it’s a nice pic).
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My daughter’s named the pose Monster is in, ‘The Greg Louganis’ as it looked as if our cats were copying an Olympic dive. Since the Shetland have an established knitting culture, maybe Monster is perfecting his ‘Tom Daley’ maneuvers.
And your duck looks as if he is contemplating where the new swimming pool will go.
One dead horse van. Does that mean a new one is in your future? I’ll take the 24/7 chocolate cake please.
No more horse vans for me.