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Ebay or Jumble?

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I spent my morning sorting and pricing my Lovely Things using Google on my phone saying “Ebay or jumble?” and then asking the price.  It is actually a very easy method and hopefully one that will reap rewards on Sunday, the day of the local Jumble Sale where I have a table.

So of course now I am going around saying “Ebay or jumble?” to absolutely everyone I meet.  Pepper says she is jumble because Google AI got very prissy about live animals for sale on Ebay and has never heard of a joke.  So jumble it is for the little Pepperpot.

I was also tasked with the dog-walk in sleet, hail and freezing rain plus the end of a vicious northerly gale.  It was truly horrible and no one enjoyed it.  The boys were around.

Note how the only one with a rug on, aka Tiddles, has ownership of the wee shed.

Anyway, Albie the question is are you Ebay or jumble?  Probably Ebay.

And Newt, what are you –  Ebay or jumble?

Yup, jumble.

Silver?  Ebay.  He is a better class of pony obviously.

Tiddles?  Debatable.  Either really. I think Ebay because of his posh rug.

And I found Waffle found behind a dry-stone wall quietly eating long grass that no one had found. Definitely jumble.

I have a lot of rubbish to get rid of. I wonder if the house will look any emptier for my efforts?

My Worrying Day

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A Muzzah knows, you know.

I found Lambie and friends (everyone but Ster and Dahlia) in a field, asking to come out this morning.  It had been a pretty vile night and they had obviously been exploring and couldn’t work out how to get back to their shed (basically, follow your tracks, and go back the way you came under three fences).

Lambie hates being out all night, especially if it rains.  He likes his bed and has a strict bedtime (10 p.m.) so what he was doing a-wandering about, I don’t know.  He would’ve spent his whole night in the freezing wind and rain, huddled trying to get shelter.

I could tell Lambie was utterly miserable (yes, I know that’s a little Winning Smile but those are the tears of a clown and he is trying to be brave).  He wouldn’t eat the hay I put out.

Like I said a Muzzah knows.

So I quickly enticed Lambie into his own Private Dining Area and gave him another breakfast plus some TurmerAid.

He ate most of it so that was encouraging.  Others were very disparaging of Lambie’s preferential treatment. So unfair.

Afterwards, I went an opened and wedged all the gates that had stopped Lambie coming home for the night so if he goes travelling, he can find his way home easily.

I left Lambie to his own devices until after lunch.

Raiding the chocolate biccie department, I gave Lambie a secret Maryland cookie which he managed to choke down enthusiastically (please don’t tell OH).

Phew!  Things were looking better.

After making my statutory hand-felted sheep for the afternoon, I popped another biccie into my pocket and went out to find my little boy.  Lambie was much brighter now, eating hay and looking positively perky.  The 2nd biscuit was a happily scoffed so I can stop worrying.  It’s snowing tonight.

Potential Jumble

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My pile of jumble is getting bigger.  So much stuff, so little time.  I will admit that I am really getting into clearing things out.

Five years ago, when we cleared Mum’s house after she died, I brought so much “stuff” back with me telling myself that I would put it on Ebay or sell it privately.   Five years later and we all know that I haven’t done anything about it apart from move everything further out of sight so I can’t see it, therefore it doesn’t exist.  The plan is now that it will go to the Jumble Sale and if I make a few quid, then that’s better than it just sitting somewhere in my shed taking up valuable space.

There are just the sheds now to see if there is anything worth getting rid of.  I have loads of unused horse/pony grooming stuff, etc and probably some old tack etc.  I hope I’m given a big table.

Anyway, that was my craft shed cleared this morning.

And I know my hoarding self – I find something to sell, value it, then think I should probably to keep it a bit longer…… and maybe I could buy another one, and oh, look there it is on Ebay….. now I could have a collection!

I can see where this is going to end up.  Shoot me if I bring home more than I sold. Sunday’s the day of selling.

(and I bet there’s an old wok on every table!)

 

 

Temperatures Going Down

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The forecast is not looking good – rain tomorrow, the temperature dropping and then sleety snow. Ugh.  Not my favourite.

I am not looking forward to this but hopefully it will all be over by next week some time.

But every weather forecast says something different so I don’t know who to believe.

Erring on the side of caution, I went out with all the rugs and gave Tiddles his while he ate some little carrots that I had scattered to lure everyone down so I didn’t have to walk miles. It worked. They came, they saw, they ate. I rugged and left.

As ever, Tiddles was my very good boy and just stood there while I put his brand new 100g rug on.  He has Equine Metabolic Syndrome so finds regulating his body temperature difficult.  I hate seeing him struggle in bad weather.  He gets very miserable.

Tiddles’ new rug, fresh out of it’s packet, fitted like a dream (a huge thank you to my friend who brought it over from USA – it was the last one in the whole world (I know, I checked) and they don’t make this type anymore).

Then I loaded up the Eggbox with the other rugs and Pepper and drove over to Clothie – my 5 acre croft that is over the hill (open grazing).

This lot behaved beautifully and I quickly threw on the rugs (it was raining by now and ok, not ideal, but they will dry underneath before the low temperatures and snow arrive).

That was everyone except for Iacs who made a point of running (ok, walking fast, there was no actual running) away from me.  I shouted at him to “stand still” so he did and I got his rug on him too.  He will thank me later when the next few days descend into a F10, windchill factor of -10, and sleety snow.

Shetland Ponies and the Mirrie Dancers

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The “Mirrie Dancers” were out last night and I managed to capture a few glimpses by precariously hanging my camera out of the upstairs bathroom window – our only good northerly view!

It was stunning, so I consider my strenous efforts worth it.

And then this morning, OH and I mucked out the sheep shed (10 barrowfuls) and afterwards I filled up the pony’s water in their field.  Although there is a stream running through the entire field, I like everyone to be able to have easy access to water rather than forget.

I realise I am probably making extra work for myself but I worry, especially when the older horses and ponies are in this field and the fact that everyone drinks from here after breakfast also makes me think that they need it.

So while the water was filling up, I had a little chat with the little chaps.

Newt


Tiddles

Waffle

Silver

Albie

These two – Tiddles and Newt – are not the greatest of friends and I would even go so far as to say that Tiddles can be a bit of a bully while Newt has a Napoleon complex.

This is not a great combination.

Albie and Silver tend to stay away from any trouble.

And Waffle is actually the herd leader, if there has to be one, I think.

Being with the chaps made me wonder if the Shetland ponies look up at night and see the “Mirrie Dancers” or whether to them this is just a normal night sky.  We’ll never know.