Sincere apologies that no blog appeared yesterday bloggees, but The Domestic Goddess was so busy that Creative Clara couldn't get a look in. The day did not exactly go according to plan. Plan A had been to dismantle one of the beds at the soon-to-be-a-holiday cottage and take it, and its very expensive mattress back to the new house. And take the lovely cabinet that they bought at auction a few months ago, back as well. This required Dodgy truck. Dodgy truck however was missing a wheel due to his argument with a pothole. So Calum hired a Luton Transit van. Now this provided Clever Bird with a dilemma. The van is HUGE. There is no way that she was not going to make the most of this opportunity, because although Baggy and her furries have moved house already, actually there is still almost enough stuff at the "soon-to-be", to fill another house!!
So Clever Bird decided on Plan B, take as much of the stuff back as possible. Bed dismantled by Calum, to reveal all the bags and boxes that have been stored under it for the last seven years!! The Goddess tried to check them out. She got side-tracked. She realised the wardrobe still had loads of stuff in it. A few hours later, after Baggy had been up and down the stairs carrying bags, Heaven knows how many times, and Calum had packed the van, it was time to leave. Fortunately, Calum picked up a friend on the way home again, to help unload!
Furry Mama shut the cats in the spare room - the room that the bed and bags and wardrobe needed to go into! The Goddess started to pile bags up as they were brought in. On the landing - in the way of the room that the bed etc needed to go in. Well done Clever Bird. Creative Clara remembered to take lots of photos to show you lovely bloggees the total chaos that ensued. But that will have to happen tomorrow because she doesn't have them with her. Sigh. Once the main house doors were shut, Furry Mama then let the cats out so that The Domestic Goddess could move the massive pile of bags into the spare room. Then Calum moved the bed etc in too.
By the time everything was relocated in the (worst possible places) in the house, it was gone 7.30pm, so they decided to go out for a meal with their friends. There was no food in the house, so needs must. Very lovely meal (paying zero attention to Baggy's promise to Slimming World that, "Yes, I'll be good this week"). Washed down with two large glasses of wine. Quite! A very sozzled Baggy finally got home and went straight to bed at midnight.
This morning they were up reasonably early, but both Calum and Baggy felt as though they'd done a major workout. The thought of trying to sort everything out put Hormonal Hannah into a panic. Clever Bird said to Calum, "Well, as we have to go back to the other house later, either we can put the wardrobe together and start to sort things out, or we could go and see the horses".
Grotty Groom had everything crossed.
"Let's go and see the horses".
"Yay".
Baggy put on horsey things and they headed to the yard. Having groomed both very shaggy, moulting horses, they decided it was time to introduce them to the indoor school. Calum led Joey off. He was quite happy until he realised that he was going past the horse-walker that he's been going on every day. He slowed down, and grew by two hands. Wessles pootled along with Grotty, then concluded that everyone was going the wrong way and also grew by a hand, while gazing longingly at the grass. Grotty muttered nonsense to him, as she watched Joey, stop, snort and side-step away from a very scary mesh fence around a small bush, then carry on walking looking at it with a bent neck and his eyes on stalks. Wessles ignored it. They got to the entrance of the school. Joey tried to stop, Calum just kept walking. Joey decided he had better go as well, and did a big boy prance into the school. Wessles sauntered in. Joey was concerned about everything. Wessles was not. To be fair, it's unlikely that Joey has ever been in an indoor school, whereas Wesley has, lots of times.
They were both being angels. Not too worried about the viewing gallery or the mirrors. (Joey just admired his handsome self in them). So Grotty asked Calum if he'd mind if she let Wessles trot. No problem. So Grotty trotted off down the school with Wessles trotting next to her, only to hear a loud bang. Grotty stopped dead. Wessles stopped dead. Freda Fretter turned round to see what the bang was, only to spot Joey somewhere above Calum's head with all four legs pointing in different directions.
"Urrrm, are you okay Cal?"
"Yeah, just carry on".
"Are you sure?"
"Yep".
Okay then! Grotty and Wessles set off again. Wessles went into an excited hunting trot, so Grotty decided he could circle her. Both horses were extremely well behaved and after a few minutes, not phased by anything in the school.
"As they've been so good, shall we call it a day?" asked Grotty.
"Okay".
They headed back to the stables.
"Actually, as we're passing it, shall we take them in the outdoor school?" asked Grotty.
"Where is it?"
"Next right".
Calum and Joey headed in. Neither horse was even vaguely phased by it. By now Grotty was so relaxed that she let Creative Clara faff about trying to take more photos, while Wesley sniffed the ground.
A bit too relaxed as it turned out. Wesley stood on the lunge line, trapping himself with his nose down. He panicked for a second and got the line wrapped round his leg. Fortunately, (despite much comment to the contrary), Wesley is a very sensible Boy really. He realised what he'd done and just stood still until Grotty could unclip the line and unwrap it from his leg. He then carried on sniffing, but Grotty paid a bit more attention. She didn't pay enough attention to the fact that Calum and Joey were leaving the school though. When she realised, they were just going out of sight. "Stay calm Baggy, it will be fine". Wesley lifted his head."Where are they going Mum? Mum they've gone. Mum quick we are being left behind. Muuuuuuum".
"Now Wessles, they are just round the corner, no need to panic".
"How do you know Mum, they might have been eaten?"
"They are heading to their stable Wesley, it's fine".
Baggy managed to keep Grotty's feet on the floor, just, as Wesley hauled her round the corner.
"Oh there they are Mum, they're going into the stables. It's fine."
"You don't say? You're a daft horse", said Grotty as she patted him.
"No Mum, it's better to be safe than sorry".
Horses settled with hay and carrots, Calum and Grotty retired to the tack room, to put their things away. Much yacking later, they finally headed home, via the supermarket. Before driving back to the soon-to-be-a-holiday-cottage to spend the night there, as Calum has work in the morning and Baggy has physio. Lovely healthy supper cooked by The Goddess, followed by a bread-and-butter pudding (picked up by Calum) and a large bowl of chocolate raisins, (also picked up by Calum). Ah well, frankly Baggy's earned them this weekend........
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