Derbyshire

I've come to notice in the last 13 months that the weather in Derbyshire is rather wet. Rather like being in Ireland really. In recent months TW has begun to combat this wetness with a pair of super hero purple wellygogs. Obviously bought by Boblet as she wouldnt have the common sense to but owt sensible or useful like that. The do seem to work well though. So far there's been no getting stuck in the mud like she did in Bradmore.

Anyhoo, today she was a wee bit less germy but still rocked up a bit late for our liking. She was also very stressed as her tractor had run out of juice on the road outside the yard (see what I mean about common sense?). I think she needs to work on this pronto. Less reflecting shite and more common practical thinking hey?

However discipline wise she was still on it. Gah. I behaved myself sharpish when i realised. Gutted. She has been easy to push about since I grew a wee bit of extra height - maybe I will shove her over tomorrow and see if that helps? Bracky fair stayed out of her way in the field until she shouted "breakky bracky" and then the wee toad came running for his grub. I was hoping I could have eaten his too ffs.

Still no riding but she apparently has noticed that the bit of road to the big trails is less busy that the roads we did in Bradmore. Oh and Boblet took her shopping for a sparkly hat and a body protector as yes its true her old hat might have been a bit less useful from my last bucky splat attack in September (yes she did deserve it and no i dont know if it was my saddle , my tummy or just wanting to be a bad bastard that caused it). So maybe we will be cracking on soon?

In other news my old chum Olive is moving house AGAIN tomorrow! dear lord - poor boy. fussy humans are so annoying.