I can’t hack it.
It’s 21.15 and I’ve got to throw in the towel and rock up them stairs with a mug of tea and a good book.
WTF?
In other news…
The big grey boy (17 hand, 6 year-old Irish Sports Horse) is not coming to live with Vinnie, Soph and me.
Grump!
Sometimes an early night does wonders for the soul, certianly worked for me last night.
How come you’re not getting the big grey boy?
The vendor (a professional selling yard) is not budging on the price. I want a bit knocked off because it would cost me a bit to kit him out.
Early nights are an undervalued resource!