It is not a good idea to go walking across the farm with dog and stick in flip flops. If I am still living, breathing and mobile even when I am 100 years old I am sure I will still be picking ragwort! I set out to check on the nags and saw a bit of ragwort so I jumped over the fence and before I knew it I had covered 2 fields and had handfuls of the stuff. How does this happen I only walked the bloody fields last week! It's no good people telling me that sheep are the answer - I don't have any bloody sheep and I don't have my paddocks fenced with sheep wire, because likely as not the nags will get their feet caught up in it. Apart from that even though I say it myself, my little farm looks bloody marvellous. I phoned my cattle procurer and asked him to find me 5 or 6 dexter cattle about a year old. If it rains I will have too much grass and the nags will get too fat so I need more animals eating it. Oh this farming lark - my work is never done!
My trainer phoned - he is very pleased with number 2 horse, lovely mover. I told him NOT to phone me - usually when a trainer phones it's bad news. In future I will always phone him, otherwise I shall have a nervous breakdown expecting for bad news. No news is good news! He wanted to know if he could parade him at his Open Day being famously related to my posh horse. I told him yes, but now I need to name him and have 7 days to come up with one as he needs to be photographed and entered in the brochure. This is a problem as I have been trying to think of a suitable name for 2 years and haven't come up with one yet - the pressure's ON! What does he need a brochure for? His yard is full this season and he has overspill. Pain in the arse!
On the B & B front August is looking bleak. Credit crunch is biting. With this in mind this weekend I have filled the place to the gunnels taking anything and everything! I have had children who have daily spilt their bloody orange juice and milk all over the tablecloths. More washing. Now I have a dog in the house! In the house - I have never had a dog in the house! If the greyhound smells it she will go mental - you know, on her turf and all that. Needs must, nags to pay for! Emily and I may be sending nags to Lydia for schooling. She is coming next week to assess the situation. That means another bloody nag to pay for - it's just like school fees. Thank for lord Camilla left school many years ago - now I'm spending her inheritance until she produces me some grandchildren!
I am waiting for punters to check in as I blog - had a couple of glasses of wine and now about to have a lobster for supper - eat your heart out!