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Monday, February 10, 2014

The pale white face, the straggly brown mane and the muddy old coat...

It's a miracle the horse let her sit on him. But still, at least one of them's looking at the camera.

Unfortunately, having driven 320 miles yesterday, waded through wide-ranging mud in sub-zero temperatures, and cleaned up a lot of vomit, I'm lacking the energy to write a lengthy account of my weekend. So the story of how Amelie came to spend Sunday horsing around in Leicestershire will have to wait until tomorrow.

But in the meantime, I've found a good way of speeding up the school run...

It's no wonder we saw a lot of vomit.


Phil's Mum said...

I expect you wished you'd had that tractor this morning, when you were probably all half asleep.