TW has been one big depressed mess for weeks now. Lord above. But thankfully she's got a bit of time off work over Chrimbo and has managed to have some zzzzzz's. So the last few days I've been giving her the eye and plenty of kisses and suggesting it's got to be time to get back at it? Nearly new year and all!
Anyhoo, we got some good feeds today and then she came back just as it started to get dark and she had got her fecking brave pants on! And a packet of polos in her pocket. Result! So I got tacked up in the dark assisted by Boblet's floodlights , sadly I had to wear the leather bridle as she couldn't see well enough to use my blue one as it gets all tangled up due to her inability to hang things up properly (feck me I sound like that nobber Boblet now!). I had my nice leather native pony girth on too - that's definitely the best option. And in exchange for an occassional polo I let TW clamber on board and we pootled about and did some stretches too. She was very pleased. Apparently I was PERFECT!!!
In other news. the Jig-meister has moved in next door to the field that will always be known as the donkey field. it was good to see him again instead of just shouting over the valley to him. He tarted about abit but we just shouted an occassional greeting and carried on eating. Mikka-moo was tempted to tart about too but I had a stern word and she behaved herself. Ha!!
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