Fwd: 4 days to go

 

 

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From: Bleurs@aol.com
To: aslwalkedoutdonkeys.blogspot.com@aol.com
Sent: 17/06/2010 09:55:58 GMT Daylight Time
Subj: 4 days to go

 

am now living breathing sleeping donkeys.

this is supposed to be an arts project and I am an actor but currently feel like a donkey herd (which is what piers put his profession as on tobys birth certificate to my horror).

endless conversations about collars, breeching straps, traces, swindle trees, rubs, creams, vet wrap, and on and on and on

when I walked back from spain with lovely old dependable tess I didn't have a first aid kit, probably did have a hoof pick but that was it

the latest ridiculous niss from insurance and health and safety is anti-bacterial hand wash

marianne has been reseraching the cheapest place to buy this and is now going to have to buy gallons of teh stuff because apparently every time anyone touches a donkey they have to wash their hands with the stuff

for gods sake

they are donkeys, people with cats and dogs do not carry round disposable things of tcp handwash everytime they stroke their pussy , or maybe they do,

do the people in these offices who come up with these policies ever get out of their office and into the real world.

have actually had to write a risk assessment about what to do if someone gets stuck in a toilet

actually toby did get stuck in a toilet last year and he said it was very frightening but the whole health and safety does get right up my nose as well as make me incredibly paranoid.

I have endless lists around the place which I am not convinced that I will ever get to the end of.

on the plus side merlin and archie are lush lush lush

never mind the artists who are coming this week which I find a bit scary!

merlin and archies tummies are like fluffy teddybears, so unbelievably soft

walking through the woods with them I feel like a timeless person, it feels so old and companionable

, yesterday piers and I walked them back up through the woods, perfect time of day dusk, sun just coming though the trees, I jumped on merlins back it was really peaceful just for a minute, this is why I thought,

of course the moment was wrecked by you know who, no, not voldemort bloody jasper hurtling through the undergrowth spooked merlin who reared up and bolted, i fell off the back luckily my bum is well padded and the peace was gone

shouts of "get away satan" to the dog from piers, and catching the donkeys meant a sharp jolt to reality, bum slightly sore 

evening spent stitching saddles

I watched big brother, have never watched it before but as this is the last time and we wont be around next week piers can hardly object

god whatt awful people

donkey sanctuary coming tomorrow to check donks

night