So poor I can't even pay attention

Piquant_2

Hey Danetastic :wave:

Thanks for the information on the honey, I thought I had read about it somewhere, now it's up to Lam to let us know how it works on her horse.

Have you been out with the dogs yet? Having a lollop across the fields? Enjoy your day.

Piq

Piquant_2

Lemon_Tree wrote: »

you definitely don't need to be going back to your Man shop to invoke the guarentee or warranty as you've certainly managed to purchase a keeper who is actually getting you the things that you need just by listening to you. Usually it takes a couple of handwritten notes by me to get Mr LT to register something and i consider him to be one of th better ones lol
hope you and Captain enjoy the sun at the moment

I'm keeping him! He took me out to dinner to celebrate the booking of the course. I insisted that we use a voucher, two meals for 12.95, it saved a little, but he doesn't like using them. But I just passed the voucher to the waiter with a smile.

We had an eventful hack, oh dear how eventful.....I will write it up separately today, it deserves a post all of it's own. Involved in the hack were a pair of mens underpants and a bird of prey...

Piq

Piquant_2

Cheery_Daff wrote: »

Well impressed with your cupboard cleaning! I SO need to get round to mine... tis in a disgusting state Not today though

(and feel free to think of me as a cheery daffodil - that is in fact what I look like )

I so love daffodils....It does make me wonder what sort of hairstyle you have though...:)

I had hoped to do the cupboard under the sink first thing, but I've got a really stiff lower back. I need to wait for it to limber up before crawling round in all the debris that it is in that cupboard ! I might discover the crew of the Marie Celeste is it that bad

Piq

hampsterpoo

Piquant wrote: »

We had an eventful hack, oh dear how eventful.....I will write it up separately today, it deserves a post all of it's own. Involved in the hack were a pair of mens underpants and a bird of prey...

Piq

Brilliant Ive just found your new diary and a horsey story is on its way , :j:j. Havent got time to read all the thread , still got the cat ??

LAM2011

I feel awful reading about all this spring cleaning - my house is still a tip lol. I keep saying when horses go out and I dont have to do stables my stable (home) will get attention Her wound is still too raw - they want it to start granulating before I start with the honey - last night silly moo got the bandage and dressing wrapped around her ankles again. It think its itching so she is biting at it. Did manage to ride little one though - used the bitless - she is so much more relaxed without a bit - couple of bucks in canter much to everyones amusement as she always gets me by surprise and this strange yelping sound comes out my mouth

Looking forward to hearing about underpants out hacking

Hope you all have a good day. x

Noonar

Oh dear Lam - lets hope the wound starts improving soon.
My house seems to permently look like world war III has taken place, if its clean and tidied on Saturday morning it is a sty again by Sat PM. :mad: As for the washing - never ending. On the other hand, the stables are immaculate .

Can't wait for the Captain and the underpants story!

Noo

Piquant_2

hampsterpoo wrote: »

Brilliant Ive just found your new diary and a horsey story is on its way , :j:j. Havent got time to read all the thread , still got the cat ??

Wahoo!!!!! Jumping for joy! Hampster, you're still here - hurrah!

That's that over with, I'm exhausted now...

Poor Einstein passed away a couple of years ago, old age and I think he had a nice life. I rescued a cat, please pick which scenario you like best 1.knickers over tights and flew in saving cat from burning building or 2. went to cat sanctuary and was picked by a cat living in a perspex box.

This cat is called the Bear and is enormous. He did pick me, he was sound asleep and reached out with his paw and rested it on my hand. Not that he bothered to wake up, no need to put himself out! There was no other cat for me from that moment.

He brings me plenty of presents, the most spectacular of all being a live chicken in the kitchen. How he got it through the cat flap is a mystery, the vet suggested that the chicken fainted and went limp! And that's a professional opinion for you!:rotfl:

Piq

Horsey story later. I'm supposed to be looking for work, but I saw you here and had to say hello!

Piq

LAM2011

Piquant wrote: »

He brings me plenty of presents, the most spectacular of all being a live chicken in the kitchen. How he got it through the cat flap is a mystery, the vet suggested that the chicken fainted and went limp! And that's a professional opinion for you!:rotfl:

Piq

As bizarre as that sounds - its apparently true. I have 3 chickens brought from our farmlife back into urban life when we moved (much to the amusement of the neighbours especially when Mattie - a lovely black rock flew over the fence to investigate their veggie garden) Anyhoo one Morning on letting them out Tinkerbell (mummys girl) decided to have a big wing flapping session and of course my wappy crossbreed and mini JRT thought it was a huge game and proceeded to chase her around the garden. Eventually after rugby tackling all three and putting dogs into kitchen poor Tinks just lay there - no blood no nothing - she lay in a funny position for nearly 2 weeks. Vet said it was a shock thing or perhaps her spine was bruised and would take 2 weeks to heal and do you know after 2 weeks she got up and started hobbling around. I do think perhaps something was dislocated or broken as she walks with a limp now and waits to be picked up and put in and out of the coop.

She still wanders into the kitchen and challenges the dogs for their dog biscuits though - giving me loads of grey hairs!! I dont think she would survive another rough and tumble with them.

hampsterpoo

Piquant wrote: »

Wahoo!!!!! Jumping for joy! Hampster, you're still here - hurrah!

That's that over with, I'm exhausted now...

Poor Einstein passed away a couple of years ago, old age and I think he had a nice life. I rescued a cat, please pick which scenario you like best 1.knickers over tights and flew in saving cat from burning building or 2. went to cat sanctuary and was picked by a cat living in a perspex box.

This cat is called the Bear and is enormous. He did pick me, he was sound asleep and reached out with his paw and rested it on my hand. Not that he bothered to wake up, no need to put himself out! There was no other cat for me from that moment.

He brings me plenty of presents, the most spectacular of all being a live chicken in the kitchen. How he got it through the cat flap is a mystery, the vet suggested that the chicken fainted and went limp! And that's a professional opinion for you!:rotfl:

Piq

Horsey story later. I'm supposed to be looking for work, but I saw you here and had to say hello!

Piq

Our smokey also passed a year and a half ago at the grand old age of 19.5 and just recently before the cold snap the rabbit joined him after 9.5 years .
we now have a new kitten 6months old and she came from the RSPCA so we are back to two moggies running around the house at 5am which is fun ( sometimes) as an alarm clock.

Piquant_2

Here is the story of the hack I promised you earlier.

Yesterday the sun was shining, very different from today, ideal weather for having a mooch and staring into peoples living room window, that’s the Captain, not me, and trying to have a sneaky eat of the odd garden or two.

All progressed well until we turned down a country lane on our way to the woods for our customary canter. There in the middle of the road was a pair of blue striped boxer shorts! I have no idea where they came from or if the owner was lurking in the hedgerow with his autumnal fruits on display. The Captain came to an abrupt standstill and stood snorting at the offending pants. He had no intention of going past them, the pants were not supposed to be in the road, they hadn’t been there yesterday, the scenario was all wrong and he was having no part of it. He was going home. I got him facing the pants again and after a lot of coaxing and the odd couple of shouts I persuaded him to bypass the pants, he literally teetered on the edge of the ditch to put the widest space between himself and the offending underwear. Horse on tightrope comes to mind. Once past he went into a rapid trot to get out of the danger area.

We got to the woods and had a lovely canter through, won’t be long until its full of bluebells, my favourite time of year. It looks amazing and the scent is heavenly. After the woods we went round the edge of a field and round a corner ready to turn around to come home. Unfortunately, there round the corner was a man with what might have been a falcon on his wrist. I'm not very up on birds and there certainly wasn't any opportunity of asking.


The Captain is aware that a falcon is a bird of prey and he as a horse is an animal that is preyed on and eaten by predators. This was, in his mind a very dangerous situation, at any moment the falcon might swoop down and carry him off to eat him. Incidentally, the Captain weighs approximately half a tonne. By now his eyes are on stalks and he’s snorting and doing a first rate audition for Strictly Come Dancing on the spot. I’m trying very hard to reassure him that the falcon is not going to eat him and that we are going to walk away from it. No chance. As we turned he was across the field at a speed that would have had him a contender in the Grand National. Doing what can only be described as a motorcycle bend he turned for the woods, still flat out with me hanging on for dear life. Once in the woods he did slow down to jog and snort at the narrow escape we had had, and as a bonus I was still on board!

He was still not happy, but at least I was back in control! Chatting away to him I told him about what a marvelous dinner he was going to have and how brave he’d been. And guess what, there on the horizon were the pants. I wasn’t quite sure how he was going to react to them, bearing in mind how upset he’d been at the bird of prey. I didn’t need to worry, he opened his mouth wide, thus disengaging the bit so I couldn’t steer, accelerated, and with what felt like three foot jump cleared them! Those pants were not going to bite him!


Piq