Home at the farm

Tess is out to get us a video to watch tonight. It's her and me (and daleedlephuppie, and the cats, oh and the horses) as my love is in the United States of America (Minneapolis) to give much-needed support to her brother, Stephen, his wife, Julia, and their children. Sam has arrived home from hospital today. So here in Down Under Tess and I are holding the fort: Tess is moving over to Mieke's tomorrow, and Yarrow will move over to me Sunday, so I won't be entirely on me lonesome. Also, our friends Ian and Helen have kindly offered to keep me company now and again, which is very nice of them! And Jenny, whose dog Zilla (yes, big!) I dog-sat last night, said she was going to invite me over for dinner next week.

Saturday morning I will phone the vet to touch base on Emu. Cross fingers, he seems to be OK (has been for almost a week now), even though the daily poultice swap still brings out nasty odours from under his hoof. We'll see: he doesn't seem to be in pain and walking naturally, which is good.

I was going up North on Saturday morning to view a horse float (new) which we are thinking of buying but the container from wherever he imports them from was delayed, so it'll be Tuesday. Nice break of the working week, I'd say.

Spoke to my love earlier, which was wonderful although reminiscent of the days were were apart when she lived in Portugal and I lived Down Under. Good memories, but with a sharp edge sometimes as the long separations we never much enjoyed.