Is how it feels right now.
Have upset a friend, have two horses on box rest, poor old C as always over reacts (not his fault) but walker paddle blew back a bit in the wind as I went to get him off and poor C got in a real state. Feel so bloody helpless to help him. Feel guilt at box resting Fred but no real choice if I want him pasture sound.
Have misplaced three sets of clipper blades.
I gave sh1tty Christmas presents; not because I don't care but because I lack a present buying knack. On bright side am hoping that birthday presents to P and M will be better as have found inspiration.
Little things seem like big things, and Fred feels like the final straw.
Not waving but drowning
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