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Today I Want to Move House

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This morning started as it always does – feeding all the animals.  In the distance, Flossie and I could hear some sharp barking, so assumed that Pepper and Ted had found someone to hassle that lived in the dry-stone walls surrounding the garden.  It could be anything, I ignorantly told myself.

When we had finished our outside chores, I called the dogs inside and it was then the smell came in with them.  Dear God.  The smell of polecat. The someone they had been shouting at had had revenge in the worst possible way and I now had two dogs that could not have stunk any worse. I wanted to move house, start again so I could leave the smell behind me.

Into the bath Ted and then Pepper both went and Floss and I thoroughly washed them.  Hopefully the smell has gone. I keep sniffing around the house, just in case we didn’t get it all off because you just never know.

And now we have two hopefully fragrant, wee dugs, if slightly damp.  Neither are sorry about this.  Not even slight remorse.  I have to stop letting them outside together in case they go back for Round 2.

And Monster slept through it all.

He did not involve himself in such revolting and earthy pursuits.  That’s for lesser mortals.  Meanwhile I was ranting that I hadn’t even had my breakfast!

Celery For All!

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Lambie et al have just discovered that Flossie is here now and that she isn’t Daisy!  I mean who knew? Honestly, I do sometimes wonder at the size of brain for an average sheep who should know better.

I left them all reacquainting themselves and drove over to Turriefield where I volunteer to pack vegetables.

Today I was “on tomatoes” and then a large variety of other veg.

I came back home at lunchtime armed with a huge black bin-liner of celery tops and discarded outer stalks.

I was going to give the contents to the Shetland ponies later but they were already milling around the containers looking hopeful, so I emptied it out over the fence for them.

The ponies were thrilled.  The loud munching sounds were wonderful.  A bag of celery is always a huge hit and they have all been practising their hard-done-by look recently while I remain vigilant about their diet.

 

Tiddles ate his stalks like spaghetti, forever chasing them into his mouth.

The ponies had a lot to eat and later, when Floss dutifully went out to poo-pick the track, I asked her if she had seen any leaf/stalk remnants.  She replied that she hadn’t even known they had been eating celery so obviously no evidence remained.

Meanwhile, Gussie has decided Monster will be his BFF. Monster does not agree or give his permission.  I feel this relationship will not improve.

The Fight Continues

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My internet battle has not changed despite all my best efforts. Last night, I ended up re-setting everything, taking away two extenders so we are now down to just one.  My thought being there would be less things to go wrong.

I then bought an external aerial and three mesh extenders because I have been meaning to do that and I felt my hand was forced now.

But this morning continued to be frustrating with the internet and broadband but I discovered it was not my router’s problem, as my phone was also useless and consistently losing the EE signal too.

After lunch, I took the metaphorical bull by the horns and sat on my phone for around 20 minutes waiting for EE to answer because apparently they are 25 times in a row “UK’s best mobile network”. You can guess my response to that.

I was transferred all over their network to various different departments and I think it was the fourth lady said “oh yes, there is a problem in your area.  A number of folk have complained”. Huzzah and thank you, God. Then it’s not just me.  Now I feel better about a terrible signal because it’s all them.

Apparently it will be mended.  And, again, you can guess my cynical response to that.

Meanwhile, I had moral support in the form of Monster.

He insisted on “helping” while I transcribed and typed up April/May 1954.

On occasions it was painful.

And he got bored.

So I dug out his basket and he sat in that instead.

Onwards, ever onwards.

A Few Odd Ones

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Nothing much to say today as in absolutely nothing has happened except for the weird photos I found that I took throughout the day.

This was Monster first thing in the morning telling me all about his night out and how he worked hard protecting the homestead. Those borders don’t repel themselves, you know.

So he went to sleep.

The old Icelandic horses were all lined up.  A lesson in perspective.

And back inside with me trying to eat my breakfast while catching up on stuff or not. Monster had finished his morning nap.

There was no moving him now. He was settled for the rest of his morning.

Tiddles and Albie.

Silver with glorious windy hair.

Lambie’s rather gruesome Winning Smile.

Lambie told me he wanted to go inside the house now, thank you, please.  I followed him.

And I honestly think he would’ve gone straight in and made himself at home if it wasn’t for the dastardly (but prettily painted) door.

But there was absolutely no way, no how that Lambie was going to let Gussie inside.  If it is anyone’s house, it is Lambie’s (apparently).

Breakfast for All and Cat TV

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There is an order to my mornings.

The older horses and ponies are last on my catering list, after the sheep and the other Shetland ponies.  However, they don’t mind and I leave them with their own bucket in a strategic spot in the field going back to collect the empty buckets afterwards.

My breakfast is considerably later – between 9 – 10 a.m. and sometimes I share the table with Monster which I do not approve of but he refuses to listen.  He likes to annoy or help, depending on his mood.

Today it was annoy.

And Monster was very unhelpful. I was trying to order Pepper some special food for her sensitive tummy (day off from eating again yesterday *** sigh ***).  Monster was having none of it and I think changed my password and probably ordered a little something for himself too.

To get him off my iPad, I put Cat TV (Youtube) on for him and he settled down to watch it while I ordered Pepper her special stuff.

This afternoon was, again, unhelpful in its own way. I had an emergency dental appointment in town and Pepper needed to have her stitches out too.  OH kindly offered to take Pepper to the vet, as dental appointments are like hen’s teeth around here.

The stitches are now out and everything looks healthy.  The vet, apparently, said these things take a long time to heal.  So Pepper is sporting a new dressing and bandage and we will continue with dressings for a little while longer.

And I’m glad I got to see the dentist too. Talking of teeth….. Lambie is on good form (thank you for asking).