I had a rather disturbed
night's sleep. I think I would have slept well if not for my equine
altercation yesterday. Every time I rolled on to my right side I
yelped in pain. Not good(!)
Over a spot of brekkie I
looked out of the window and wondered about what might have been. The
original plan for the weekend had us camping. The weather at the
beginning of the weekend was good. Yesterday was cold. Whilst out
walking yesterday I was searching through my pockets trying to find
gloves. Which is not really the sort of thing one does less than two
weeks from midsummer's day. There had been a geocacher's camp at the
weekend - I'd seen the photos of people there huddled up in the cold.
One of the attendees reported that the first thing they did when they
came home was to turn on the heating, and that her husband had gone
to bed with a cold.
This morning was rather
chilly, dark and overcast. Perhaps it was for the best that we didn't
go camping.
I had a look at some of
the photos from the people that did put on a kite show at Teston over
the weekend. It looks to me as though there were hardly any of the
normal people there on Saturday despite good weather on that day.
Whenever I've been at Teston on a non-kite festival day there has
never been many people using the place either. This makes me wonder
why the council are asking for so much money for us to stage a kiting
event there. Clearly it's not as though the field is in use for
anything else.
"Daddies Little
Angel TM" arrived shhortly after brekkie
and we took the dogs for a walk. Or she and the dogs walked. I
alternately hobbled and staggered. My leg was rather tender after
yesterday's equine incident. It's got scarring and the bruising is
starting to come out. I phoned the doctor for advice. As I was able
to stand he thought it unlikely that the leg was broken. He suggested
ice packs to relieve the swelling. I phoned the land owner to see
what they had to say about their wild horse. After a lot of
unanswered calls someone answered the phone. I described where the
incident had happened and the horse in question, and the chap on the
phone admitted that it was their animal on their land. I suspect that
he will regret that admission.
He then said that the
boss was away until Saturday and I should ring back then. I assured
him that I would, and in the meantime I suggested that he might like
to do something about what was demonstrably a dangerous animal. He
didn't seem very inclined to do anything but wait for the arrival of
his boss.
During the day several of
my loyal readers have offered suggestions and advice for which I am
very grateful. I've now handed it all over to "suethem.com"
and am awaiting developments.
It was interesting that
the chap at the stables should take the stance that he did. Today's
psychology lecture described his attitude perfectly.
Apparently most people
seem to be happiest when they are deferring to higher authority. Just
like the bloke at the stables did. Today's psychology lecture had
yet another blatant pro-vegetarian advertisement. I think the chap's
rather naughty to be using the course as a vehicle to push his views
in this way...
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