Today was the day that Baggy's family became complete again!
Baggy, her numbers one and two furries, Calum and Minty Mutt were up (at the soon-to-be-a-holiday-cottage), at 6.30am. Yes, quite bloggees, the crack of dawn! Unheard of for Baggy since Hormonal Hannah's influence. And please note that yesterday, she was up at 5.30am!!!!!! But needs must, as Grotty Groom was determined to be at the yard for 7.30am - she should have got up at 6.00!
They arrived at the yard at 8.00am. The Boys had no hay, so by the time Grotty and Calum had filled nets and given them to the "starving" horses - this is clear from their very round, well-covered tummies - NOT! - it was already 8.15.
Hormonal Hannah put Grotty into a flap.
"I need to groom the horses Calum, I can't take them to a new yard looking like this!" cried Freda Fretter.
"Well get on with it then".
Good point. Grotty and Calum groomed, in between packing the rest of the Boys' stuff. Clever Bird tried to work out how many horses they actually had: two or ten? Seriously how much stuff do two horses need? Well, enough stuff for ten horses apparently.
"Calum, can you let me know when it's quarter-to-nine please?"
"Yes, why?"
"Because I need to get their travel boots and tail guards on before the transport arrives", squeaked Grotty, in a total flap.
Nerves got the better of Grotty - loo trip needed for Baggy. By the time she got back she had ten minutes to get the boots on. As she put the last boot on Wesley, the transport arrived. Waaaaaaaaaah! Freda went into total panic mode.
"Will Wesley load?" It's taken two hours before now. Grotty's yard friend Sarah offered to help. Bless her she shooed Baggy off and put Wesley's bridle and head-collar on. Wesley picks up on Baggy's nerves, so it's best to stay out of the way. Wesley considered his options: 1) get on that teeny-weeny box and get taken to who knows where 2) don't get on! After a couple of minutes he decided that perhaps he was off to that lovely place he had been to in July and November, Ashen Equestrian Centre, he got on. Joey followed. Baggy breathed again.
Hugs with Sarah, who gave Calum and Grotty a lovely card and bottle of wine, and they were off.
Horsebox, followed by number one furry driving Dodgy truck and then Baggy and Minty Mutt in Brucie car. Suddenly Calum was whizzing past the horse box.
"What?", panicked Freda. Calum hopped out and spoke to the horsebox driver. A U-turn ensued. Clever Bird realised why - the sat. nav. was sending the horsebox under an eight foot bridge - it wouldn't have fitted. Joey and Wessles do not need a haircut!!! There was a car behind Baggy. She thanked the driver for waiting as she passed her, only to realise that it was Vicki-May, Grotty's trainer!! She hasn't seen her for weeks - weird Universe! Quick chat and Baggy was off again, as she had no idea how to get to the yard.
It's very squiggly country roads, so it took ninety-minutes to get there, but they arrived on time. Joey, then Wessles got off the box, looked about a bit - "Ooooooo, we're not at Ashen", "Mind you it looks nice though". Both happily toddled into their new stables.
"Straw!!!!"
Grotty couldn't get Wessle's head-collar off as he was too keen on eating the straw!
Baggy relaxed, both Boys were totally relaxed. And breathe. Grotty put hay on the floor. Both horses carried on eating straw. After a chat with the yard owner, Calum and Baggy headed home, with most of the Boys' stuff! They unloaded the pick-up. Hormonal Hannah wanted to cry as she watched the garage being filled with horsey stuff - ten horses' worth of horsey stuff. The Domestic Goddess swore! "Two days, two days it took to clear that garage, and now....."
"I know we shouldn't Calum, but shall we go and get something to eat before we head back to the yard?" asked Baggy.
"Good idea".
Baggy gave a sigh of relief, having had her head bitten off a few times during the unloading - number one furry's sugars were clearly off. They hadn't eaten and it was now 2.30pm. Lovely lunch at the village café, supper bought at the village shop, then back to the new yard.
More chatting. Tack hung up. Riding hats etc stored. Wessles and Joey checked and cuddled. Rugs sorted. Carrots fed. Time to go home again.
Baggy relaxed for the first time in days! The Boys are fine!
Baggy asked Calum a few days ago, "Cal, why is my depression back? I'm not stressed".
"Seriously, you're not stressed? Are you kidding?"
"Why?"
"Moving house. Sorting the house. Money problems. Land issues. Leaking roof. Funeral. Sorting the holiday cottage. Blog, or no blog. Waiting for my cat scan results. Moving the horses, do you want me to go on?"
"Well, when you put it like that...."
So when they got home, Calum opened the wine. Now wine and anti-depressants are not a great mix, but still....... Baggy drank wine, while The Domestic Goddess got supper ready, a steak and kidney pie from the farm shop, with mash and veg. She switched the oven on and waited for it to heat up. When the light went out to say the oven was ready, The Goddess put the pie in. It needed fifty minutes, so twenty five minutes later, she switched the veg on.
Creative Clara wanted to blog, so The Goddess asked Calum to take over supper!
"The pie will be ready at 7.00pm, the veg. are on, can you just bring it together while I blog? Thank you".
"Sure". Baggy's lovely husband went out and checked the veg. A while later he checked the pie.
"Well it won't be ready at 7.00".
"WHY? Oh ****, I didn't put it in the wrong oven did I? I did didn't I?"
Double ovens are marvellous aren't they bloggees, and then again?........ Ah well, sorry, but Baggy is exhausted! Supper will be in another hour then................
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