Hovis_and_SidsMum
Well-Known Member
Dear diary
I fear this may be my last entry.......
I fear that by next week I will have completed slow roasting to death and will be sitting in between two pieces of bread on someones table. Instead of someone saying excitedly "oh we're having meat loaf for dinner" instead it shall be "we're having Hovis loaf".
Some time ago uncle D had a birthday party and they sacrificed a pig over a fire. Well i think its somone elses birthday soon cos i can empathasise with that pig (I know i've spelt that big word wrong but my brain cells are like mush in a bucket). Its SO hot!
Needless to say this week has been rather quiet on the riding front - even mum and Dad seem to realise someone had turned the heat up and its too hot to do anything. Mum rode me loads at the weekend but since she's been away omar and i have just slow cooked.
Even fit mare, ginger-I'm-actually-quite-cute-for-a-ginge- mare have been wilting in the heat.
I have this morning organised a rain dance in the fields. Someone has to do something before we all die. We all have to run round once to the left, once to the right, rear up then buck. Apparently for it to truely work you have to sacrifice someone but no one seemed keen to volunteer. Personally I think thats just selfish.
I couldn't even summon up the strength to help mum clear out the trough yesterday although stealing her jug as we were halfway down the drive did seem to amuse her. Shes rather easy to please is my mum. Dad says its cos shes simple - I'm not sure he'd say that when she can hear him though?!
The only other news is mum has been bitten by horse flies more than me. How does that work? Surely I should get bitten by horse flies and mum should be bitten by human flies? I am confused..........
I fear this may be my last entry.......
I fear that by next week I will have completed slow roasting to death and will be sitting in between two pieces of bread on someones table. Instead of someone saying excitedly "oh we're having meat loaf for dinner" instead it shall be "we're having Hovis loaf".
Some time ago uncle D had a birthday party and they sacrificed a pig over a fire. Well i think its somone elses birthday soon cos i can empathasise with that pig (I know i've spelt that big word wrong but my brain cells are like mush in a bucket). Its SO hot!
Needless to say this week has been rather quiet on the riding front - even mum and Dad seem to realise someone had turned the heat up and its too hot to do anything. Mum rode me loads at the weekend but since she's been away omar and i have just slow cooked.
Even fit mare, ginger-I'm-actually-quite-cute-for-a-ginge- mare have been wilting in the heat.
I have this morning organised a rain dance in the fields. Someone has to do something before we all die. We all have to run round once to the left, once to the right, rear up then buck. Apparently for it to truely work you have to sacrifice someone but no one seemed keen to volunteer. Personally I think thats just selfish.
I couldn't even summon up the strength to help mum clear out the trough yesterday although stealing her jug as we were halfway down the drive did seem to amuse her. Shes rather easy to please is my mum. Dad says its cos shes simple - I'm not sure he'd say that when she can hear him though?!
The only other news is mum has been bitten by horse flies more than me. How does that work? Surely I should get bitten by horse flies and mum should be bitten by human flies? I am confused..........