I must start to be a little more careful handling horses, I went to put a rug on and the wind caught it, horse tried to take off (but couldn’t as he was tied up) and I ended up with a black eye, which then went purple and finally yellow. Not a good look. Horse was fine however, which is the most important thing. I tried to cover the eye with make-up but ended up looking…..how can I politely put this? Like an old tart! Make up off….looked like a battered old tart. Anyway, it was a ‘wake-up call’ as we all get blasé with anything we do daily. Drew at Armstrong equine also had an accident but managed to still look beautiful.
Our calf rearing unit is going away from a quarantine unit to straight commercial. The red tape involved is ridiculous and after Animal Health UK read the first paragraph of the guidance notes it was decided the vet should come and take a look. You see ‘one size fits all’ just doesn’t work with farms. I felt like telling the official on the other end of the phone where he could stick his guidance notes! They have an ‘aggressive farmer list’ which I think I have managed to talk (argued) my way to inclusion.
We are looking forward to a musical evening with our Australian friend Noel, he is singing at the White Horse pub, Mitcheldean. Should be good, he hires a shipping container to practice in so the livery yard all have a preview of the gig. He has a ‘girlfriend’ in the yard called Cher whom he brings a steady supply of carrots for. (Real carrots, not the bling sort). That’s what I call a low maintenance girlfriend.
Mike passed the first part of his spraying exam. I am so proud of him. These things get harder as our formal education becomes a distant memory. He had worked so hard studying and was determined the examiner had the full benefit of his knowledge, in detail, everything, no stone unturned, no fact forgotten! I heard the chap saying “too much detail, simple answers are fine” as he looked for the quickest escape route. I shut myself in the office and kept out of it. The practical is next week; I fully expect the examiner to park the car in ‘Quick getaway position’ in the yard.
We had a lovely golden Labrador (with its owners) staying at the cottage. An ex guide dog for the blind. His owners left a bottle of wine (and half a packet for frozen peas) both well received. They also left the cottage immaculate. Thank you.
It’s great having James back. Mike is still convinced he will persuade him that farming is a better life than being a recruitment consultant and (despite James, me and James’ mum saying he doesn’t want to farm). Stranger things have happened so you never know ….meanwhile he will be looking for a ‘proper job’ after his African safari.
A typical day for me is something like this:-
- Get up, do all the necessary to get children to busses on time (Sometimes a raised voice or a boot up the arse involved) and the day planned. Rayburn lit, washing on etc.
- Make a start on the (already late!) accounts.
- Go out and play with the horses for an hour or so (feed, turn out/muck out).
- Come back in and try to get on with accounts….until 5 minutes later everybody comes in for coffee. Mike thinks if you don’t sweat it’s not real work.
- Try to get back to (not real work) accounts but needed on farm. This conversation starts with “could you just”. Minutes becomes hours playing with moo moos or some such farm thing.
- Try to get back to accounts. Phone rings. Somebody comes to door (most likely on Friday to mop up excess cream tea over from holiday cottage bake).
- Try to get back to accounts. Look at the time….horses come back in.
- Try to lock myself in office but family get concerned (concerned that tea is not made and their access to computer blocked). Somehow get ‘talked’ out of office. Make low fat, low cholesterol, high fibre, tasty meal as per food tech (used to be called cookery) at school. Dam them and their healthy eating education, what’s wrong with frozen pizza?
- Sod the accounts….tomorrow is another day.
- Fall asleep on the settee and snore in most unattractive fashion.
Hang in there all you country people, soon spring will be here and the mud/cold will be a memory. Then all we have to worry about is the sun exposure causing premature aging.
Still only one person has found the chocolate orange in the holiday cottage. May have to replace and ‘dispose’ of old one.
I want to open my garden on the yellow book scheme but have no idea how to go about it. It’s a bit like my friend who entered me for a 10k race…..I simply had to train to avoid embracement. If I open the garden I HAVE to keep it up together.