Having worked a nine day stint without a day off, a day at home today was heavily.
I have now moved away from the infamous caravan and am living in the beautiful Coleshill. I am lodger to some one who is really quite "Steiner". She is in the middle of a separation and in the word of one of her friends "it may be a madhouse but these are lovely people and its a good deal better than THAT caravan" . The house is very nice but vitally has (drum role please) running hot water, a bed, and a cooker that works!
My landlady runs an organic farm and box scheme and has said I am welcome to all the fruit and veg I need. For a veggie those are very welcome words! I walked through the gardens are beautiful as well as organic.
Work this week has been epic although the days have been much shorter as two horses have been in Pau and a couple more have been turned away for the winter. However this does not equate to a normal day instead we have been cleaning under the rubber matting in the stables. A seriously gross job. I have tided the feed area, sorted and folded the rugs and powered though a mountain of washing as well as all the normal stuff.
I spent my first day grooming for Zoe last Sunday, which I think was a gentle introduction compared to what it may be to groom for Paul. However it all went well, it's like competing without the riding. The most stressful thing about the day was the presence of Mannie or Inonothing the 2010 badminton winner. He was there as a companion but I got a bit paranoid about leaving the lorry. This was so much so that the entire car park witnessed me sprinting knocked kneed to portaloos for a wee. Not my finest moment but horses were still there when I got back to the lorry.
Through out the whole portaloo fiasco all I could think about was the claus in my contract stating I am financially liable for 'any losses and damages' caused to the Tapner property . Well I reckoned I'd have been better getting several degrees from Edinbrough than having to pay back those losses and damages.
The weather is getting colder and I'm seriously pleased to be in a house. The rats at the yard are ever present in their droppings and one of the remaining caravaners (not the troll) confirmed my biggest fear.. There were rats in the van!!!
Although the troll continues to be frosty at best I have made at least one friend. He is terribly good looking and very loyal. His name is farmer and he is a CRAP at catching vermin he is also a terrier! But at least he says 'goodmorning' and is much better house trained.
Love to you all
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