Terrible week
26 November 2006 22:50![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
glenatronSo this week has had very little to commend it. Bad news, bad weather and unlucky events appear to have saved themselves up so they could all arrive together.
Yesterday the weather moved between weak sun, drizzle, torrential rain, hail and full on thunderstorm with no apparent logic or reason except to make us miserable and to give the horses more opportunities to render themselves entirely horrible.
Othello tries hard to look entirely minging...
... but Joe's lighter coat shows it so much better.
Joe seizes a break in the tumultuous weather to have a bit of a doze. Even in his muddy winter troll form he still manages to be very adorable.
In spite of them being too wet to brush and saddle and everywhere being too wet to ride we managed one significant equestrian achievement: 9 extra-large barrows of poo removed from the field. It is a mark of how well things have gone lately that this is the high point of the week.
We did get home in time for Robin Hood though- which, after several OK episodes had relapsed into abject dismalness. I was only slightly cheered by the realisation that the team of Merry Men are basically Dad's Army- the only character they need is a wode-smeared Mel Gibson celt with a "We're doomed" catch phrase and they'll be well away.
Yesterday the weather moved between weak sun, drizzle, torrential rain, hail and full on thunderstorm with no apparent logic or reason except to make us miserable and to give the horses more opportunities to render themselves entirely horrible.
Othello tries hard to look entirely minging...
... but Joe's lighter coat shows it so much better.
Joe seizes a break in the tumultuous weather to have a bit of a doze. Even in his muddy winter troll form he still manages to be very adorable.
In spite of them being too wet to brush and saddle and everywhere being too wet to ride we managed one significant equestrian achievement: 9 extra-large barrows of poo removed from the field. It is a mark of how well things have gone lately that this is the high point of the week.
We did get home in time for Robin Hood though- which, after several OK episodes had relapsed into abject dismalness. I was only slightly cheered by the realisation that the team of Merry Men are basically Dad's Army- the only character they need is a wode-smeared Mel Gibson celt with a "We're doomed" catch phrase and they'll be well away.