Sunday funday

Today was a mostly wierd one. Mostly cos when TW arrived at the field she had a missing husband. Fortunately ( or unfortunately depending on the day of the week) he woke up from his drunken stupor and phoned her while she was stood admiring us. Phew!! Keeping us boys in the style that we are accustomed to would be damn hard on one salary!! Hehehehe. She chucked us hay, tbh we couldn't give a flying feck. Tommy went off for a wee walky , but he can tell you about that in his own wee Big Punk Thug blog if I can be arsed to help him set it up later.....while TW was off with him Bracky and I decided to take down the leccy fence and get into the long grass in the middle. NOM NOM NOM. TW was not best pleased when she came back. Lol. As I'm a good boy, I let her catch me straight away and went back on the track. Brack was what TW worried described as a bad word. I think it began with a C. Also she called him a fecking bar steward and lots of other bad words. Bracky didn't care. He just galloped round and round and round her. Jeez she was shouting at him. In the end he spied Chaz's mum coming for him from the other field and with one last bellow from TW he jumped back over the fence and ont the track. Phew. What a relief. TW was soaked by that point. She was not hapy. Anyhoo, she moved some posts to five us some grass and the only went and turned the fence in.ZZZZAp !!