Scandalous

Houston we have a problem. TW has acquired a taste for drinking beer on a school night and mostly watching lots of UFC fighting. She is also doing more work than we agreed. Therefore we have done feck all this week. And for the first time in a million years she did not come up before work. WTF?

Anyhoo, apparently it is 3 years since I had the shitty colic. This makes me and TW sad cos -

she shouldn't have let Bee and Frankie leave me
She shouldn't have moved me to a different yard with mean rules
She shouldn't have believed the back lady who said I was fine when I obviously wasn't

But on the plus side she had paid a gazillion pounds trying to make me feel better which includes collecting a whole herd of ponies and buying me some land. One day I am sure we get back out hunting and endurancing.

Today she arrived at the field and about 3.30 looking like a bag of shite. She said she had a pressy for me. I hoped it was lice treatment for the fleabags but thats not all arrived yet. But she had bought me a bag of burdock root. Nom. Me, Jez, Lyra and Misty nommed some down and Mikka had a wee nibble. Then she sat in the car eating biscuits while we ate the late hay.