In a few minutes I’ll get dressed, drive out to the stable, feed and turn Kip out, strip his stall, try to haul a bale of shavings down from the loft without getting knocked off the ladder, go home, bathe, go shopping and do the various errands that have been put off all week, buy Kip a new, no doubt very expensive rug so he doesn’t turn into a Kipsicle, come home to do work on one of the sites Cheshire contracted to do, then back out to the stable to ride and feed. *pant, pant*
sounds like heaven :)
Yes, actually…it is. :)