So my cunning plan for the week is as follows:
Sunday: load up beds, prepare as much as possible for the week ahead. This is limited by the need to steam T's hay, but anyway. Work both horses.
Monday: skip out, leave beds down, work one horse
Tuesday: skip out, leave beds down, work one horse
Wednesday: beds up, boys day off, any preps possible to make next two days easier
Thursday: skip out, leave beds down, work one horse
Friday: skip out, leave beds down, work one horse
Saturday: Leisurely approach to everything; work both boys
The actuality:
Sunday: Phil plans to harrow, reseed and roll on Monday.
Monday: Boys in for a big part of the day. Beds: skanky, more mucking out. No boys worked.
Tuesday: Work Q. Bedding people announce next delivery of 100 bales tomorrow. Wahhhh. Cue the second attempt to clean out what was their old feed room and divest it as far as possible of the skanky, stinking, rancis sewage-like mud and filth that had collected on the floor, not assisted by the fact that this is the lowest point on the yard. Oh God. Worst job ever. Sewage splashback = unpleasantness in the extreme.
Clean stable as best I can with combination of marigolds, power washing, sturdy broom and sturdier stomach, hump six pallets (cheers Keith) and lay them in stable, ready for today's delivery. It's not perfect but it's the best that could be done with short notice.
Q was fab; looks like a little Baroque stallion from the paintings of the ODGs. T no longer wishes to come in at night. It's either leave him out or close the top door too to stop him straight plaintively down the field all night and trashing his bed. He has taken a fondness to the youngster next door - boys not girls, we note. Could this be second gay stallion drama? Don't want to leave them out 24/7 yet until the seed has had a chance to take. Soon boys, soon.
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