'That's all right, you'll do!'
Lovely story!
I have just finished a stretch of free pony care while Juliet is away on an Elf-an-Safety course in Birmingham. She was quite resistant to go, having wanted a job where she 'just planted seeds'. But no, this sort of snake often comes into the garden of work. It was the worst time of year, except perhaps the Mud Season, to do horse duty, as the water to the field is frozen. Yes, frozen, and the nearest running pipe is half a mile's walk over roughish terrain away.
So water has to be transported in containers to the yard; knowing I wouldn't have a chance of hefting the 50l caddy over the 7-bar gate to the field on my own, I purchased 2 x 30l ones, only to find I couldn't heft that over the gate either, though I had a damn good try. So I took a bucket to Fizzy (on the other side of the gate), filled that, hefted THAT over the 7-bar gate (by now it was reminding me of that TV show It's a Knockout where people dressed up in huge inflatable suits and carried water for miles but their big inflatable feet meant they arrived at the measuring point with little left in their buckets).
Then the 30 litre caddy was light enough to lift over the gate and I carried both to the yard like a milkmaid (but less maidenly.)
Repeat that today (plus all the usual haynet hefting, poo-picking, etc) and I will be glad of a rest tomorrow when it's Sam's turn! Though I enjoyed feeling so fit again after the Christmas Lurgy.
I may not be asked again* as apparently I gave the HHs double feed rations on both days by mistake

They didn't seem to mind at all, but Juliet was horrified as apparently too much rich feed can give them colic. I told her if you pay peanuts you get monkeys.
Signed, A monkey.
(PS they are OK. No emergency phone-calls.)
*I bet I will be
