Wednesday, 30 April 2014

“Instead of legs, horses should have wheels. Then they’d be petable motorcycles.
” ― Jarod Kintz, Sleepwalking is restercise

Mummy seems frighteningly keen to get me on a horse.  I know I keep her quiet for hours in the car by making every single possible animal noise ( including fish) but that does not mean that I want to ride.  I think they ought to be approached with caution.

Yesterday, I saw one throw back it's lips and try and take a chunk from its compatriots neck and Mummy expects me to stroke it. She has some crazy ideas.  (Something to do with being kicked in the head by a hoss?) Last week she got us chased by a herd of bulls.  She doesn't seem to realise that I am small and attractive in my orange jacket and yellow wellies.  Mummy says “It's hard to lead a cavalry charge if you think you look funny on a horse.” but I prefer Granddads motorbike.
But I can draw a horse.
This is my blue and green horse.  My horse under the sea.  My sea horse.  All my other colours were tucked up in bed.  I have started a wonderful relationship with them.  I have also progressed to circles.  Nana was so impressed by my circles that I drew one for her on her carpet.  She didn't seem so keen on that one.
Anyway, I am going home tomorrow.  I am so excited about seeing Daddy.  And the builders and Daddy. 

I shall miss the woods, and the birds and the newts the puddles and the sticks and the holes.

And the Bluebells and the trees and the light and did I mention the sticks and the holes?
But most of all I shall miss Nana and Granddad.  Kisses.

Friday, 18 April 2014

Mad as an April Hare

 I'm back  down in Dolly Dorset.  We had to make a run for it.  Mummy has decided to have a loft conversion, just as we are buying a campervan and preparing to clear off.  She is also trying to get the house rented in Dorset as well as completing her OU assignments.  Mad.  Why can't she just stay at home and knit?  Poor old Daddy is stuck with the builders and the dust but Mummy says 'at least he gets a lie in'.  I miss him and ask for him when I wake up.  Spring has sprung whilst we have been down here and I just love picking daisies and roaring at the dandelions.

Apart from missing Daddy, I am having a ball.  I got to sit in a tractor, visit some alpacas, look at the sea, and sit in Nana's campervan.  I just love the campervan.  Mummy says it's a good job because soon we will be living in one.
Maybe Mummy's madness is related to the moon.