Today was the most hellish yet here. So far I've enjoyed a pretty good run of 'work', doing things I wouldn't consider work and enjoying a kinda relaxed lifestyle surrounded by horses and dogs.
This morning I got to breakfast to find the poor family cat, at 18 years of age, has finally been attacked by the dogs (the young ones though, no respect) and has been fighting for her life all day. She's still hanging in there and can now move her back legs slightly but isn't eating so I don't know how well she'll do in the coming days :(
The dogs were being general pests today, doing everything they weren't supposed to and attacking more than usual. I was exhausted by the time I was asked to help with getting grass so you can imagine how much I jumped for joy when we had to do it in the searing heat. There's just something magical about having no hands to swipe away biting insects while a pitchfork of grass and nettles hangs precariously above your head as you try to throw it on the trailer... isn't there?
So then there was more hay in the field to collect, which I successfully dodged because I couldn't find anything to help with (fell asleep in the front seat of the car, bet the others loved me) and then to put in the shed. I am SICK of hay. I hate it. I hate the sight of it, I hate the smell of it, I hate the feel of it, I HATE IT. And I am now going to write an email to the next people I'm going to asking if I'm going to have ANYTHING to do with hay. Otherwise I'm not going.
So we finally left for a ride about 6 or 7pm and only got back about 10:20pm, we rode back in the dark but luckily the mozzies were too bad. I took my hair out so I had a fly swatter and that seemed to help. Oh, and I fell off again today but it was pretty funny. My horse (still in training) stumbled up a hill onto its front legs and I thought it was gonna go down completely so I just let myself roll off into the grass. Didn't hurt at the time but my wrist is a little sore and I think I'll have a bruise on my thigh. What a douche :P
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Monday, 16 August 2010
Monday, 9 August 2010
...And she didn't spill a bail!!
Nothing too exciting happened today. After taking the young'uns for a ride (they went well, meanwhile my horse decided to try and roll on me with no notice and then had me chasing her for a while before she broke the reins and gave up), we came back for what we hoped was lunch and another ride on different horses.
The reality was that the gypsies needed help with the hay (now, not after eating, apparently) and so I grabbed a carrot, jumped on the cart with L and E and headed for the fields. Thankfully, I was re-assigned my position in the driver's seat and so didn't have to heave hay bails into the trailer. The poor Swedish girls though, bless them, they were trying so hard but in the end the young boys helping with the bailing had to come in and use their muscles. Though I gotta say, it was nice to see some flexing of young, taut, tanned muscle for a change! Oh, I need to get laid :P
Driving the overloaded trailer back to the homestead, I managed to navigate the hideous roads once again but this time, did not spill a bail (last time I lost one which we picked up later on). I was rewarded by not having to help with putting the bails into the shed, more hideous work, and settled myself into housewife mode by cooking dinner for the hardworking Swedes. Got a recipe off the internet for the ingredients I had at hand, and it turned out quite nice, even if I do say so myself. The plates were clean, nevertheless.
We've cleaned up in anticipation for H and B's return, though it's getting late and they're still not here. Who knows if they'll make it tonight. We're all a bit curious and a little skeptical about the wife, who none of us have met in person yet. Will she be nice? A bitch? Demanding? Demure? It will interesting to tip the scales with the dominant female of the house back in town. Oh well, if it all gets too much for me, I've got about three more places to go to afterwards!!
The bruise which was creeping around my lower arm for some time has finally started to subside, although I think it's poor cousin, Sir Smaller Bruise, is trying for the territory. Regardless, my fingernails (freshly painted) are already full of dirt again and my skin does have that she's-been-out-a-working look to it. Excellent.
The reality was that the gypsies needed help with the hay (now, not after eating, apparently) and so I grabbed a carrot, jumped on the cart with L and E and headed for the fields. Thankfully, I was re-assigned my position in the driver's seat and so didn't have to heave hay bails into the trailer. The poor Swedish girls though, bless them, they were trying so hard but in the end the young boys helping with the bailing had to come in and use their muscles. Though I gotta say, it was nice to see some flexing of young, taut, tanned muscle for a change! Oh, I need to get laid :P
Driving the overloaded trailer back to the homestead, I managed to navigate the hideous roads once again but this time, did not spill a bail (last time I lost one which we picked up later on). I was rewarded by not having to help with putting the bails into the shed, more hideous work, and settled myself into housewife mode by cooking dinner for the hardworking Swedes. Got a recipe off the internet for the ingredients I had at hand, and it turned out quite nice, even if I do say so myself. The plates were clean, nevertheless.
We've cleaned up in anticipation for H and B's return, though it's getting late and they're still not here. Who knows if they'll make it tonight. We're all a bit curious and a little skeptical about the wife, who none of us have met in person yet. Will she be nice? A bitch? Demanding? Demure? It will interesting to tip the scales with the dominant female of the house back in town. Oh well, if it all gets too much for me, I've got about three more places to go to afterwards!!
The bruise which was creeping around my lower arm for some time has finally started to subside, although I think it's poor cousin, Sir Smaller Bruise, is trying for the territory. Regardless, my fingernails (freshly painted) are already full of dirt again and my skin does have that she's-been-out-a-working look to it. Excellent.
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