I've not had much to blog about recently as we've been immersed in sub-zero temperatures for more than a week. Not much to moan about if you're scandinavian, but if I'd wanted this kind of weather I'd have moved to sweden!
I finally reached the end of my tether this morning.
I don't know what the temperature is - the app on my laptop says minus 10 in Limoges, but it feels like the coldest day we've had. The horses are pretty fed up now, Remy is bored to tears and when he's bored he's a real nuisance - not to me, but Corky and Bonbon are getting the full force of it, pulling at rugs and headcollars, waving branches at them in a cack handed attempt at play. Of course, they don't have the same mentality and are not too keen on participating!
Everythings frozen of course and I fill buckets in the shower room - it's a complete pain in the arse, and this morning I soaked myself through after dropping the shower head. I couldn't pick it up quickly enough and it was spouting everywhere, so not only did I soak myself through, but everything else too. It was warm water, but I couldn't go out in the cold, my legs would turn to icicles, so I had to get changed.
After getting changed, I took the water out to the barn, slipped on the ice and soaked myself through once again.
Aaaaghhhh.
Second change of clothes, I'm mucking out and rationale starts to kick in.
Mucking out can be quite therapeutic.
Things aren't so bad, a thaw is predicted. I'm pretty healthy, my animals are healthy.
Drugs claimed another life today, a well known life, just one amongst the very many every year. I'm not addicted to anything (well, perhaps the internet ;-) ) I've got everything I need, and I've got freedom of choice.
How ridiculous to get worked up over carting buckets.
I'm now off for my hot buttered toast and a nice cup of tea!
2 comments:
oh dear.... not good... little bit of a giggle at the showerhead though, i've done that (not wholly as badly but still...)
Loved reading your blog Di. We love horses and love France but not had horses for years or been able to visit France for about 6 years but never say never.
Our horse was a Welsh Cob section D and her foal (which was a surprise!) was very pretty. His sire was a young Arab who ran like the wind - happy days indeed.
We won't keep horses again but when I see them I talk to them and ask them how they are and they blow at me. Their breath on my face is great. They also remind me of my childhood when the ice cream carts were pulled by fantastic horses - it was Massarella's of course. Memories again - thanks for setting me off.
We will visit France again though hopefully this year - can't wait.
Ann Fearn
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