It has been a very surreal week!
Early in the week I went about exploring how to make this blog look better - the results of which you can see now. I am not a very technically-minded person, so it took me a few goes (and a few curses) to make it work.
This week, I have been house-sitting for friends and looking after their two cats and zillions of pond fish, and my parents have been on holiday, so I have been looking after their 50-odd animals, two greenhouses full of fly-catching plants and the family’s six horses. I have also been doing the 9-5 at the newspaper as usual, so a typical day has been:
Get up at 6am, feed friends’ cats and fish and reach parents’ house by 6.30am.
Feed all their animals, check plants etc. Grab a quick cup of tea and maybe a slice of toast and leave their house at 7am to arrive at the horses by 7.30am. Do the horses, leave stable yard by 8.15am, arrive at my own house in Newport by 8.35am, change and leave by 8.50am to walk to work for 9am.
After work at 5pm, return to stables, possibly ride a horse for half-an-hour, feed them all and settle them for the night. Arrive back at parents’ house by 8pm, get all their animals in/fed, have dinner and spend at least an hour playing with the house-rabbit, Scamp, before putting her to bed and leaving my parents’ house by 10pm to return to my friends’ house, feed and fuss the cats and hopefully get to bed by 11pm.
As you can see, this hectic schedule has meant either having baths at 5.30am or 11pm (and going to bed with wet hair), while it has been nearly impossible to get horse feed before the shop shuts! I haven’t managed to wash-up in two of the three houses I have been living in either.
More surreal still, one of the horses was unwell on Wednesday night, which meant staying up in the stable yard until 2am, then finally getting to sleep at around 2.45am and having to get up again at 6am to go and check on the sick horse, Thorn.
Last night, I thought I had better bring him into the stable overnight just to be on the safe side and he created hell. He obviously wasn’t that keen on staying in and for safety’s sake I put the wooden grille on his door and tied it in place to ensure he couldn’t get out.
I arrived at the stables this morning to find him loose in the yard. He had smashed through the grille and jumped the 4ft 6in stable door. Remarkably, he had only scraped off a small piece of skin off a back leg and was otherwise uninjured. He’s obviously feeling better then!
I shall be glad when my parents get back later today. It’s been a very strange week.