Today I had a day off from being me.

After doing the animals, changing/washing all water and food buckets (because it’s Wednesday) and walking the dogs, I had a long rest to try and make up for the fact that I hadn’t managed the statutory post-procedure 24 hours bedrest. My back was also twingey.

Later I drove into town to see the Barbie movie, which was great.  I’ve just done the animals again (bedtime), and now I am going back to bed.

More properly tomorrow.  Sorry xx 💖

Bibble was going on the boat south tonight for his chemotherapy and lazer surgery treatment so he had a good breakfast.

And I left him to enjoy the grass in the field for as long as possible.

Meanwhile, my post-procedure instructions were to rest for 24 hours but that was impossible for many reasons.

I did my very best, though.

After lunch, I went to fetch Bibble down.

I even gave him a brush – mane and tail – because everyone knows that you have to look smart when you go out.

He even put on his Brave Pants (just because).

A friend kindly came with me to help with the heavy horse-ramp and moral support and we drove Bibble into town.  The stevedores were waiting for their very important cargo.

I spoke to someone who responsible for animal freight during the sailing and had a panicky conversation about everything trying to impress just how important it all is. I hope they understood.

And so we left Bibble who was looking rather bemused about his new scenery.

He has loads of hay, a huge livestock pen and I can only pray he gets south happy and relaxed.  The sailing will be calm, at least I know that.  An animal transporter is collecting him once he arrives in Aberdeen tomorrow morning and will drive him straight to the veterinary surgery (20 minutes away) ready to start treatment on Thursday.

When we came home, Kolka and Haakon were still waiting for their friend and whinnying while I am worrying and trying not to cry.  This is the first time Bibble has ever been by himself

I have spent my afternoon at the Pain Clinic in town, at our local hospital, and so have nothing to say about life apart from that if I ever mention going again, please remind me not to.  I have no words for the misery it was.  I cried on the theatre table.

As I had an inkling that I would be incapable of much afterwards, I asked my friend, Mandy, if I could show you her film that she took on her way home from work.  I think it is brilliant.

And now I am going back to live under my rock. Normal service will be resumed shortly.  I need a pet crow.  Think how useful it could be.

This lot were found this afternoon loitering with intent.  Waffle had been dancing in the water bucket.

And I am surprised, because I have been incredibly generous and given them the other part of their race-track to eat down.

The Minions have to come back to bed in the evening.  12 hours on and 12 hours off – them’s the rules.

And sometimes they have treats. Celery is a firm favourite.

This afternoon has been hot, by Shetland standards.  So, after finding Waffle had desecrated the water bucket, I threw the remainder over him. Of course he loved it!

And then I told them to all go and get a job.  Preferably one that didn’t involve the water bucket.

Note Storm’s bouncy bottooom!

And they rushed off giggling, while I knew they would be back to undo all the good things I had done for them.

*** sigh ***.

This is their 12 hours off bedroom.  Every evening I fill up the boxes with soaked hay. Surprisingly, they are always very happy to come “home” in the evening.

“In a Field Far, Far Away” …… is what I thought.

The other day a huge box with a sack of TurmerAid in it was delivered so I put it inside our gate, to keep it safe, and OH kindly placed it later on our picnic table outside the house.

I unwrapped the packing tape, took out the sack and lugged it to the feed shed, leaving the empty box on the table with the thought that I would put it away later.

Or so I planned.

The box didn’t remain empty for very long.  Monster swiftly took up residence.  I saw the paw.

So I left him snoozing in the wonderful sunshine.

Later on, I noticed the box had turned round slightly into the sunshine.  Apparently OH had seen the “empty” box, and picked it up to carry it to his shed for disposal…… when he noticed it was heavier than it should be!

Apparently a disgruntled Monster jumped out and OH sensibly replaced the box, turning it slightly into the sun as way of an apology.

To think, Monster was nearly put in the rubbish.

Perish the thought!

Though, I think we would’ve all heard the yowling as the essie-kert (rubbish collection lorry) took him away on a Thursday morning.

Today found Monster in my shed “helping” with the flute duets – more distraction than help, really.

He gets around, does our Monster.