My back has been giving me gyp (muchos pain and sciatica) for a while now, so I bit the bullet and went to the Pain Clinic at our local hospital in town to discuss the possibilities of having a lumbar epidural injection of steroids into the offending part(s). So now I am booked in for six weeks’ time or possibly sooner.
En route to hospital, I popped into Jamieson’s and delivered more sheeple as they had nearly run out (again).
Finally home in the afternoon and I needed to go for a walk with anyone who wanted to come too.
There was a wide assortment of companions offering.
And, yes, we all stood and waited for Monster!
And off we went.
I called the horses over and Kolka came cantering for the rather mean, and possibly slightly foosty (possibly the best word in the Shetland/Scottish dictionary = mouldy), carrot in my pocket.
And I love this more than I can say – Haakon having a little silly-billy giggle to himself. I haven’t seen that in a while.
The theme tune to “Black Beauty” was all I could hear as Iacs went rushing past me. He circled back for the carrot, though.
Carrots duly accepted and eaten, I turned back for home wondering how on earth I am going to make enough sheeple for the tourist season. I wonder if anyone would notice these two in the box in the shop?
However, Harrel’s faint smell of wee might give them away!
