Everyone is bored.

Bored of being indoors.

Bored of being on a soaked-hay, soaked fibre block diet.

Bored of each other.

Even Newt who now has many of his cell-mates in his “Little Book of Everyone I Hate”.

There is bickering, often.

Fivla’s squits have returned.  A new treatment started – please pray for her.  I hate squits.

I’m not going to lie – I am exhausted and possibly bored of poo-picking, feeding, soaking hay, worrying, etc at least five times a day.

My whole life revolves around this lot.

Nothing is sacred.  If you leave anything around, it is immediately taken.

And it can be a fight to get it back.

One thing, Skippy is a ruddy godsend.  I love that machine possibly more than I should.  It is an answer to one of my many prayers and my back thanks it too daily.

As nothing is safe and, yes, everything is removed out of the way when I am not there.  No one can be trusted.

So I guess we are all fed up.  This is not what I wanted for any of us but here we are.  And why?  Because eight small ponies broke through a perfectly good fence to get grass and refused to be caught for two whole days.

PLEASE SEND CHOCOLATE (or gin)!