Day 41 - Grotty Groom is back in town.

The Domestic Goddess did make Baggy overdo it yesterday. But at least she slept like a little log. It was almost 11.00am before she emerged from under her duvet and Hinge and Bracket. But Baggy had made a deal with Grotty Groom yesterday that she'd take her to see Wesley and Joey as she hasn't seen them for three weeks. It's such a ridiculously mild day again, that we were pretty sure the Boys would be out in their paddocks. But we still decided to go over early, so that Furry Mama could take Minty Mutt for a long walk around the fields.

The walk to the Boys' paddocks is a very long one and the first hundred yards or so of it is a complete quagmire after the recent rain. So on previous visits Baggy's stomach muscles have not been up to the walk. But today, after all the "training", walking Minty Mutt with Debby and Pickle in Kent, Baggy was able to do the walk without a problem. It was so lovely for Grotty to see the Boys. But Baggy was a little nervous. Probably wise, with half-a-tonne of over sensitive, sharp horse, loose in a very large paddock. Wesley is always a little put out when he hasn't seen Grotty for a couple of days, let alone three weeks, so Baggy was wary. She didn't want her arm to be knocked. Wesley was, "Oooooooooooooo, Mummy. There you are. Where have you been?", "Oh! Why are you nervous? What's wrong? Should I be scared too? Eeeeeeek!"

 

Once Grotty was in the paddock with him, he forgave her and started to hesitantly follow her around. Then he realised that she had an apple. "Awwwww, Mum. I knew it was okay. Thank you." Grotty patted her very muddy, number one son. "What else have you got Mum?" Urmmmm! "Be gentle Wessles", "Oh. What's the matter now?", "Nothing, just don't knock my arm", "I thought it smelt funny. Okay I'll be gentle. Where are the treats?". Grotty produced the Polo mints. "See, I knew you had some treats".

 

 

 

"Now come on Mum. I haven't seen you for three weeks, there must be more treats in that pocket". "Yes, Wesley, there are. Just be gentle". Wessles glued himself to Grotty and followed Baggy wherever they went. Oh boy has she missed that horse. Bless him. He's clearly enjoying his holiday and because the weather is so mild, the grass is still growing (in December, mad), and he has tons of the stuff. He's going to be a right handful to get back on to in a few weeks time! Butter wouldn't melt. (Not that Clever Bird has a clue where that expression comes from).

 

 

 

Grotty gave Joey a few Polos too, then Calum and Furry Mama took Minty Mutt for a very long walk around the paddocks. Both horses followed us and then had a bit of a hooley when they realised that we were heading away from them.

 

This was followed by a small food shop - that turned into a very large food shop. We also went to the shop next door and bought another eight of the ridiculously cheap little mats, to cover the rest of our Tudor-brick floor. We headed home. Pizza consumed, Baggy now just wants to collapse in a large heap. Arm hurts. Head hurts. Stomach wound is uncomfortable. But apparently we've agreed to go for early Christmas drinks next door.........