Jesus. You know you've spent far too long on the yard when you can do lates on your way back from your first visit after work. Yes, Q had tap danced on the electric fence and broken a number of insulators, necessitating a pleasant, frosty evening spent replacing said insulators and re-running the fence, while he munched haylage in a despicably contented fashion throughout. He might as well have had "what, me?" tattooed on the back of his head, the swine! Back indoors to find it was after 9pm.

Stallions *sigh*