Hormonal Hannah seemed a little bit happier this morning, although she still made Baggy have a lie-in. It was grey and (ridiculously) cold, but Furry Mama took Minty Mutt for a walk, as Hannah wouldn't let them out yesterday. Then Grotty Groom went over to see the Boys, via the village farm shop: dog food, cat food and litter, wild bird food, horse treats (Minty flavoured) - nooooooooo, not mutt flavoured bloggees - and a salt lick for Joey.
The Boys seemed quite pleased to see Grotty, but probably not as pleased as she was to see them. By the time she got to the yard, Baggy's car was saying that it was minus one degree Centigrade. Yuck. Grotty hung up Joey's lick and gave him a few Minty treats. Then gave Wesley some and gave him a groom. She wanted to take Wesley into the outdoor school for a leg stretch, but Freda Fretter was very worried about how he might react, being taken away from his brother. She was getting more worried by the second, so decided to forget the grooming and get Grotty out there before Wessles picked up on her angst and reacted accordingly! The lovely yard manager offered to come out with Grotty to keep an eye on things. The moment Grotty put Wesley's bridle on - over his stable door - and no that is not the approved way - Freda realised she had nothing to worry about. Wesley was so relaxed. As they set off out of the barn, he stayed totally relaxed and Grotty realised that he was fine. They went into the school without a sideways glance and the manager left them to it.
Grotty wandered around followed by Wesley who was taking it all in. But it was freezing! Literally. Grotty asked Wessles to trot. He did Bless him, but he looked wrong. Freda paid more attention and Grotty realised that he was lame (or at least not even vaguely tracking up) on his left hind. This is always the way when his back is playing up. Grotty asked him to trot on the other rein and he looked even worse. She's sure it's nothing serious, he was probably just feeling the cold, but she decided not to make him colder. They went back in (much to Baggy's relief as much as Wesley's). Wessles gave Joey a nostril blow over the stable door. It was great for ten seconds, then Joey did a stallion squeal and kicked the door. Silly boy! Grotty groomed Wessles, put new plaits in, and decided to put his warmest rug on, so he'd be even toastier as Baggy's broken bones were complaining. She left the Boys happily munching hay, with minty-fresh breath.
The Domestic Goddess started the house re-claim again when she got back. A couple of hours later, she actually had what looked like a guest bedroom!
Okay, so Clever Bird cheated! And the guest would have to climb a mountain of stuff....
But she is getting there. The only problem is, where are all these remaining bags of stuff going to go? Guess what, she doesn't care, it will get sorted eventually..........
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