I spent the day in Aberdeen – first flight out of Shetland at the crack o’ sparrows (I slept the whole way), saw my spinal surgeon’s team, then back on the afternoon flight (I slept again).

Away from home, I missed my dogs and I missed my ponies.  I even imagined bringing the Bebbies to Aberdeen departure lounge.  They would’ve loved all those victims, sorry new people, to talk to and would’ve happily galloped up and down. The only problem would’ve been that horrid laminate flooring which would’ve made their little hooves slip, but on a plus it would’ve been easy to clean up any messes – a girl can dream while sitting for hours in the Airport Lounge.

Going south makes me realise just how much I hate going south.  This time yesterday I was walking the dogs in my apportionment and watching them run or stand in a bog!

Anyway, I will stay on these NHS books just in case anything spinal deteriorates. I will admit that I am not feeling that brilliant at the moment and back on the painkillers, which is strange considering it is warming up outside. I should feel better as the weather improves.

I missed everyone even though I was only away for a day.  My life is very different from everybody’s south.  It is only when I go there that I realise this.

I left food out for The Bebbies.  Apparently they were kind to him!

A nice day.

The Bebbies were waking up from their after-lunch rest so I thought I would introduce them to Haakon and Fákur (pronounced Fow-kurr) who were mooching around together.

Fákur (posh name – Fákur frá Storavatnskarði – I can’t even begin to tell you how to pronounce that) was delighted to meet them.  He is such a charming old gentleman (think Sergeant Wilson) while Haakon (Captain Mainwaring) was a miserable old sod and showed his stallion-esque tendencies.  I threw him quickly back into the field so he couldn’t hurt my bebbies.

There was much giggling, smirking and showing off.  It was obvious that Torbjørn wants to grow up to be like Fákur (I don’t dare tell him that he is doomed to be forever tiny).

Fakur was very nice and kind to them, until Torbjørn tried to have sex with him and then he was rather shocked at this surprising behaviour.

But they all relaxed and ended up eating together which was lovely to see.

Haakon continued to be a git but to be fair the bebbies did go and wind him up on purpose.  They are rather good at that.

Little steps.  Perhaps I will put their Uncles Fákur and maybe Iacs in their field in a while.

A friend wrote “I dreamt last night that PingPong came to live in my back garden.”  Obviously I can’t package him up and send him south to live in her back garden, but I can go and take photos of him for her.

It was lovely to see the happy little herd.  Indy was on very good form and has not lost any of his huggability this winter.

Here he is, in all his glory – (mebbe I should use photoshop and then I thought, nope, Indy as the Gods made him).  It is nearing that time of year when he likes to wave it about to impress the laydeeeez!  Avert your gaze if offended.

We were in their field because Jo was trimming feet.  We did bring a headcollar but it would only fit Hammy who was having one his anti-headcollar moments.  Andy had his feet done while Hammy watched.

PingPong played with the head collar attached to a dog lead.  We are not very good at having the right kit with us.

As Hammy was in his twit-mood, Jo did his feet in the most dangerous way she could think of – between the stallion’s bum and with no head collar on Hammy.  Being Indy, he was most obliging and she used him to balance herself.

Hammy did try, honest, he did.

Charlie looked very moth-eaten.  We cannot decide whether this is due to the endless roughhousing or actual bugs.  If it is lice, we can treat that.

This is his “orphan-nobody-loves-me” face.  I wonder whether we could send Charlie with PingPong to live in my friend’s garden.  He would like that.

Fog today.  What a surprise – I wasn’t expecting that.  Most odd.

Despite this, there is one who never forgets The Routine and I found him waiting for me.  The Handsome Stallion in the fog.

So, I ignored him and went off first in search of the bebbies to give them their breakfast.  I was worried they would be lost at the furthest end of their huge field but, being clever bebbies, they were close by.  Close enough to hear me open the gate and fill up their buckets.

They enthusiastically ran into their paddock where I feed them.

Anyway, back to Taktur.  He is a fussy bugger.  Recently he said he might like soaked sugar beet pellets but only as a side order to his main dish of topline mix, conditioning cubes and rolled oats.  Putting the two buckets side by side means he can’t tip them up and scatter them round the field (drives me nuts).

Taktur has to be the slowest eater in the whole world.  He is like Ferdinand the Bull.  He takes a small mouthful, lifts his head, thinks about some poetry, sniffs the flowers in the ladies’ hats, chews vaguely and then considers another mouthful.  Dinner can take hours.

My nemeses  (yes, that is the plural for Nemesis – I looked it up)  are the chickens.  Their one pursuit of the day is his food and at £20 a bag, they are not having it.  This new method of feeding is very successful.

It also works against the small terrier vacuum attachment.

I dedicate today’s blog to everyone who has had a bad week and/or a bad day.  These noseys will help you find perspective and make you smile.   The little fuzzy moustaches are very squishy, tickley and kissable.

If you are feeling fed-up, then what you need is this – to be investigated thoroughly.

Or this – to be sat on with the request that you tickle Storm’s bum!

Today’s blog has a 100% guarantee to put a smile on your face – the best therapy in the world.