The story of a young and handsome cob's journey to get better to stop the incessant moanng and worrying by his owner!

Friday, 27 April 2012
I cannot believe that the rain is still bleddy tipping down!! Wtf?? When the worrier arrived today me and the Bee child were stood forlornly just outside of the corale thing. By the time TW had got us both up to the yard we were all soaking wet and covered in mud. Heheheh. Delightful!
NOM NOM NOM went the timmy hay while TW and the muscley dog went to feed rob and rose. It was lovely to be in the dry and to have something to munch on. TW and ZM then tootled off in the nobby box up to the feed shop.
When they got back it was still ruddy raining. Tis weather is just LOODICRUZ!! Bleddy worrier only decided we were gonna go out for a hack anyway? DAMN!! She put on this wierd full length jacket thing that made her look a wee bit like one of those doll things that her nan used to have over the loo paper. I have no idea what this means btw I'm just repeating what I heard hehehehe.
The jacket thing was actually quite good cos when she got on the skirty bit fitted over my back to keep me dry!! Wowee! It made reet annoying rustling noises though. Through the village where i did a big spook at the hedge trimmer dudes. We tootled over the road , dodging the proper yampy drivers that seemed to think it was ok to speed up behind us and up close to us, in the rain on the main road. fecking nob heads. Over the road we went, just walking. Past the crackly electric cables and just up to the space centre wotsit. It was quite nice really. TW let me do a wee bit of munching which is always excellent. Dafty rode all the way back to the yard today cos she couldn't get off in the big coat. Heheheheeh!
Did sme more munching in the stable. TW was gonna leave us in all day but we had other ideas. In the end we moaned so much and I was so grumpy she put us our lw rugs on and chucked us back out. First time we've been rugged this year, first time TW has ever rugged Brack apart from his sweetie itch rug. Stoopid focking weather. She kindly took down the corale fencing and bought us some grub and hay. Which was nice. She's still a Nobber though.
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