Now I am 9

I thought it might be about time I started blogging again. Now I am 9 and all mature and all that. So TW says.

Things have changed alot again which isn't good for an anxious bot like me but they seem to be settling down slowly. We are back where me and Bee started in Derbyshire but this time it's no livery shizzle. It's just us and TW. Plus Jez of course. And the other 4 girls who TW needed  to make things complete. It's working surprisingly well tbh. Not sure Brack agrees that much though I think he'd like the cows back, And probably a boys own gang.

Anyhoo, I have been mostly chilling and getting better slowly. This morning TW gave me a lovely brush all over and I actually enjoyed it. That, she says is progress. No gut aches here!! The grass is growing so we shall we how we get on. She has worked very hard in the last year I reckon figuring stuff out and trying to be a better TW. She listens more and stresses less which is helpful. Apart from when she tried to put Bracks sweet itch rug on yesterday. Then the bad words and tantrums almost appeared.

The plan is to get very slowly fitter this year. TW says it was very bad of her to do so much with me when I was younger and she is VERY VERY SORRY. I forgive her. Mostly. Now I am 9 I might be ready she reckons. Dildred is nearly 15 and has made it very clear that she is ready if I am not. It could be interesting.

So today I am relaxing with my hay nets with my gang. It's lovely. Bee is just Bee and Jez is floating around doing her earth mother lovey shizzle that TW things is fab. The other dudes are Misty (Shetland, independent lady), Dilly ( cob, chilled, likes eating), Lyra (baby, my chum) and Mikka (Ginge whos slowly learning the ways of the native crew). Far too many girls. Fortunately the donks next door are both boys.

We have a trailer now, TW can't drive it. That is shite as it means Boblet needs to be my taxi. Boblet is jealous of me. TBH so he should be. We all know who TW's favourite is......