Not my best day, to be perfectly honest. Nothing health-wise, but two (separate) dear friends in total misery which makes me feel very helpless.
🐾 ☘️ 💐 🐾 ☘️ 💐 🐾 ☘️ 💐 🐾 ☘️ 💐 🐾 ☘️ 💐 🐾 ☘️ 💐 🐾 ☘️
Bjørn wanted to go out for a ride so I tacked up Haakon, and we went out. Our role was as the steady accompanying horse – who also wants to be at the front and haul the reins out of my hands. So much for an old boy. He was on splendid form and it made my heart sing.
Riding was very good for my soul. I needed to be out in minus temperatures, with a hint of icy sleet, trying to feel responsible. I came home with a smile on my face. The mark of a good ride in my book.
Yesterday, the washing machine decided to die, never to go again. OH tried his best to mend it but to no avail so I put feelers out and luckily we were offered a washing machine. I would rather lose the tv than than washing machine. This afternoon we went to collect it, via the Nesting Scrap Store. Only open on a Sunday afternoon, this Aladdin’s cave was truly wondrous.
We wandered around and OH bought some wellies (his have just cracked and were letting in water) while I bough a huge picture (2′ 4″ x 3′) for £2.00! I love it. I shall rename it “Gormless Boyzenberries” as opposed to “A Spring Morning”. The frame needs some work but it will be perfect for my studio.
My “new-to-me” washing machine is now humming happily – first wash on from the mountain – and I am enjoying a glass of something winery to get over the stress of my day. So life is vaguely getting back on track but it has made me realise just how fragile everything actually is and I don’t mean the washing machine breaking.