riding_high
Well-Known Member
another person used to talk to her muck heap. she would take the barrow up to the muck heap and then ask it where it wanted to go on the pile. she would then tip it and pat it down and say things like there you go, you can make friends with such a horses poo etc etc.
or she would insist on us poo picking the fields twice a day. one day she marched up to my husband and told him he wasn't doing it good enough, got on her hands and knees and scraped it up with her bare hands, all the poo went under her nails. she would then go back to the tack room and get a cup full of mouse droppings off the shelf and tip them out, make herself a cup of tea in it and then eat a biscuits. she also kept a big chest freezer in the tack room which was full of meat joints which she would take home to cook.
this was the YO as well, we left there after a couple of months as she was completely cuckoo!!
or she would insist on us poo picking the fields twice a day. one day she marched up to my husband and told him he wasn't doing it good enough, got on her hands and knees and scraped it up with her bare hands, all the poo went under her nails. she would then go back to the tack room and get a cup full of mouse droppings off the shelf and tip them out, make herself a cup of tea in it and then eat a biscuits. she also kept a big chest freezer in the tack room which was full of meat joints which she would take home to cook.
this was the YO as well, we left there after a couple of months as she was completely cuckoo!!