That ‘end of weekend’ feeling sits heavily on my shoulders. Do you remember it? The ‘back to school’ thing that used to happen early Sunday evening?
Not, if I’m honest, a dark feeling of dread. More of a sense of impending doom.
It’s been a fantastic weekend; the weather has been outstanding, but I’m not sure where the last two days have gone.
We don’t seem to have got done half of the things we had on our list of things to do. And when I say ‘we’ and ‘our’ I mean ‘I’ and ‘my’, obv.
We ‘interviewed’ a gardener this morning. I think that, you know, taking all things in to consideration.
The search continues, sadly.
I say ‘sadly’ because having this morning’s guy around didn’t only underline how he wasn’t up to the job, his visit also reinforced the scale of what we want done.
I went up to see lovely Vin this morning. Poor Vinnie has a sore foot, but other than that he’s looking very happy.
you can just see the bandaged off-fore hoof if you click - twice - through to the big picture
He seems to be much more supple in his hind quarters.
I think, another couple of months rest, and it might be worth seeing whether this 18 months off has had the desired effect.
I’m under no illusions about this; even if his health has improved to the point where he might be able to be brought back in to ridden work, Vin will never be more than a light hack.
His head-shaking means that he’s now coming in during the day, but he’s spending the night out, which he enjoys.
Anyway, wait and see. Wait and see.
H was working at the stables today; she took the piss out of me muchly, in the way that she does.
She needs a man.
Letching over eventers and jockeys who she’s never going to get in to bed? That’s not what she should be doing. She should be out there getting laid often, like all other grooms.
In other news.
I don’t know what’s going on, maybe it’s something to do with my age or time of life, but I’m turning in to an emotional wreck.
My feelings are just out of control, I find myself crying at the most stupid, idiotic, mundane things.
Just this morning, for example, I cried at the yard.
It really bloody hurts when you shut your hand in the stable door.
Before I go to bed tonight I really should have a good stab at finishing the edit to the audio interview with The Empty Vessels.
In other news, I revealed to Soph the idea behind the cross-media website I’ve been planning for the last couple of months.
The problem with talking about a pre-production concept, is that you have to give the backstory.
I don’t like doing that. I pefer people to look at something and play with it, even if it is only a prototype; I like people to build their own opinions, form their own views without being led by the backstory.
Soph could see the gap in the market that the idea is aiming to fill.
And I have a design template planned.
Turning the concept in to a living, breathing website would be straightforward; probably take three days to turn the plans in to reality.
The problem, though, is the one of regularly producing content.
I can’t do it all.
Writing a sufficient number of articles to keep a website turning over is not the job for one person.
So if you know anyone who might be interested in contributing to a cross-media website, could you let me know?
*Hope you liked that joke. I wrote it just for you.