Spring forward

I’m 53 years old. You’d have thought by now that I would have mastered the whole clock change thing. In my defence, the clocks in my house aren’t helping matters.

Last Sunday, my alarm clock sprang forward unexpectedly. That resulted in me getting up an hour early – without realising it.

I manually adjusted it so it was correct.

Today, said alarm clock decided for some unfathomable reason to fall back an hour. So I lost two hours!

Yes it should automatically update like my phone does. Not a clue what’s going on there!

Seems the weather is a tad confused too. After a beautiful Spring Day yesterday, we’re back to Winter vibes. Yesterday I was full of the joys. Today I wanted to hibernate. My planned garden day turned into a house day. And yes, there was a lot of clock changing going on…

Confusion

Poor Buddy was very confused today. I rocked up at the yard early and headed to the lorry. He clocked this right away. He watched as I filled a haynet. He did his pre-lorry warm up with a couple of laps of his field.

So imagine his confusion when I walked past him and brought a different horse in. If a horse could looked shocked, it was Buddy.

I was taking a friend’s horse to the vets. This was Buddy’s face as I put said horse back in his stable. He was not impressed.

He got lots of cuddles and soon forgave me.

Bin day

Now I’m a very intelligent woman (or so I’ve been told), but I’m still baffled by which bin goes out each week. Seems I’m not alone in this as I frequently look out and see a selection of bins out around the close. Today was even more confusing as they were all collected!

Got a letter to say they’re changing the weeks that bins are collected. Clearly the bin men got a bit overwhelmed by it all as I got back to find my bins scattered over the driveway. I nearly drove over the food waste bin.

Made me giggle as I had to do some interesting manoeuvres onto the driveway. Still not sure what bin goes out next week. Will cross that bridge next Sunday…

Numbers game

Today has been a bit of a number game. I had a complete brain fart and got centimetres confused with inches. Had to get the tape measure out as I just couldn’t visualise it. Got there in the end but resulted in a bit of an awkward conversation.

In other numbers, it’s now Buddy 2 – Poultice 0. Even with extra tape and a bag, he still managed to get it off. So tonight I stuck his foot in a bucket of Epsom salts and tried again. Fingers crossed that third time is the charm!

I did put the sun shade up so was feeling quite pleased with myself. I sat in the shade having a coffee till I got attacked by a million annoying little black flies.

I couldn’t find Dodo. Not sure sleeping on my keyboard can be that comfortable. But seems like he’s one very happy kitten.