Thursday is nearly over and the weekend will soon be here. Nikki, Tash, Mum and I are going for a Greek meal tomorrow evening, been told to expect a lot of plate smashing.
Mum and Dad are going away Saturday morning to the Gulf War Veterans thingy in Hyde Park. Really hope Dad doesnt back out at the last minute, I know he feels really strongly about things but I also know his real fear of crowds and busy areas and the fact he often says what he feels without always thinking. It may be that he gets in the car, starts his trip to London then is back home drinking coffee by half ten, don't know what to expect until the day.
George the goose died today, it would seem that he wanted to be a sheep. I am sure that everyone knows sheep live to die. I honestly think that they all wake up each day and say to each other "what shall we do today", some will decide to escape (another thing sheep are really good at) and some will say "I am going to die today " then topple over dead. Well George decided to be a sheep and drop dead om us. I dont think that his mate Gertie has noticed and if she has I dont really think she cares.
The horses are ok and there are loads of jobs to do around the yard so I shall be busy this weekend while Mum and Dad are away. Hay and water does not deliver itself to the herd.
I have been swimming a couple of times this week and will go again tomorrow, it is keeping me fit ish and it also keeps me out of the house. I hate things how they are at the minute and know the next blow up wont be far away. Dont think that it is always Mum and Dad because it isnt; they actually like each other most of the time, it can and probably will be the stable yard. The field fairies are busy and causing trouble, childish messages are being left on white boards and I can see Dad telling people what he thinks sooner rather than later. Or the people who are taking the new car back for repair wont do the job properly and he will shout and scream, maybe throw things (but never at me or Mum) then get upset and stop talking. Yay, cant wait.
Love Dad and Mum but hate adults at times and often think I am the sensible one. Dad not sleeping much which isnt helping and Mum is shattered all the time. Really wish I could see my Mum smile again, she has changed sooooo much and it isnt nice.
Well time for bed night all - will let you know if the oldies go at the weekend.
Huggles
Mum and Dad are going away Saturday morning to the Gulf War Veterans thingy in Hyde Park. Really hope Dad doesnt back out at the last minute, I know he feels really strongly about things but I also know his real fear of crowds and busy areas and the fact he often says what he feels without always thinking. It may be that he gets in the car, starts his trip to London then is back home drinking coffee by half ten, don't know what to expect until the day.
George the goose died today, it would seem that he wanted to be a sheep. I am sure that everyone knows sheep live to die. I honestly think that they all wake up each day and say to each other "what shall we do today", some will decide to escape (another thing sheep are really good at) and some will say "I am going to die today " then topple over dead. Well George decided to be a sheep and drop dead om us. I dont think that his mate Gertie has noticed and if she has I dont really think she cares.
The horses are ok and there are loads of jobs to do around the yard so I shall be busy this weekend while Mum and Dad are away. Hay and water does not deliver itself to the herd.
I have been swimming a couple of times this week and will go again tomorrow, it is keeping me fit ish and it also keeps me out of the house. I hate things how they are at the minute and know the next blow up wont be far away. Dont think that it is always Mum and Dad because it isnt; they actually like each other most of the time, it can and probably will be the stable yard. The field fairies are busy and causing trouble, childish messages are being left on white boards and I can see Dad telling people what he thinks sooner rather than later. Or the people who are taking the new car back for repair wont do the job properly and he will shout and scream, maybe throw things (but never at me or Mum) then get upset and stop talking. Yay, cant wait.
Love Dad and Mum but hate adults at times and often think I am the sensible one. Dad not sleeping much which isnt helping and Mum is shattered all the time. Really wish I could see my Mum smile again, she has changed sooooo much and it isnt nice.
Well time for bed night all - will let you know if the oldies go at the weekend.
Huggles