Well if you are hoping for the next Jilly Cooper novel, you are sorely mistaken.  A day in the life of this horsey chick started early this morn while I procrastinated about buying the sixth horse in my life, decided against it and continued to get child ready for the day whilst getting on as many layers as I could.  Ran around like a nutter for a good hour feeding cats, dog, child and chickens all the time thinking about the 6th horse.  Again told myself - NO  - these are crazy thoughts.

Hacked out with my crazy arab with my crazy friend and her crazy horse - there is a lot of crazy here just in case you hadn't noticed.  Had a fun time = we survived. Talked to friend about buying 6th horse, encouraged her to buy the horse instead, also noted I need a few sessions of the HA - also know as Horse Anonymous, the Alcoholics equivalent for addicted folks like me.  Reminded myself of look on boyfriends face when new horse rocks up and quickly shut all thoughts of 6th horse in to a small box.

Shovelled up manky sweating haylage onto the muck heap. Exciting task. Petted horse number 1 and number 3, gave carrots and departed for lunch with non-horsey buddy - poor gal didn't complain about the smell.

Went home, thought about horse number 6 some more. Decided it was a bad idea for my health as boyfriend will likely locate the nearest Ax. 

I also wrote my horse buyers guide, here.