These days everyone is a scruffy little Herbert. It is the time of year when the body clock thinks it is summer and real life says it isn’t.
I briefly toyed with the idea of brushing everyone but thought better of it because a) it is snowing and b) there is no point.
The Icelandic super-models – aka Lilja and Sóley – are not looking like their little field-mates. They are more elegant and less, well, guttersnipe-esque. I think it is the lovely long legs.
It is not very fair to compare them with Shetland ponies, even the majestic old ladies.
Flossie dished out the daily carrot as well as Fivla’s daily TurmerAid. It makes such a difference to her. The vultures (Waffle and Albie) were kept at bay so that Fivvie could eat in peace. She gets very grumpy if hassled.
So that was yesterday (note the fine weather and Albie appearing for Part II of carrots. He said he got none the first time around. No one ever believes him).
And this is first thing this morning. Depressing innit?