What a sucky week this has been already.
Grandad has died.
Yesterday at 1pm. Gran and his two nice daughters were with him. Gran is deversated- they had been married for over fifty years. Gran is moving in with her youngest daughter.
Dave and family are fine. He has some new little black cows that my mare is in love with. (She stands and watches them all day over the fence.)
PC Owen has another month off work- his shoulder is still healing.
Drunken Mother and Spawn have left though!! They went this morning. I had to be at work, or I’d have waved at them as they went past.
(Actually, I didn’t want to think about work. Some idiot has driven into the generator and knocked the power out for half for the building. :dead: My job to get it fixed.)
Horses are home and happy. I’m not though- my retired mare had dropped quite a bit of weight. I’m gonna speak to trainer and find out what’s happened. My gut says that she’s not been getting fed any hard feed. Not a very happy camper about that.
How is the invasion of Canada coming along? I’ll take hay and cortaflex in return for DM and S’s home address