Moving house

Well, the human is packing. Not her stuff you understand but mine as I am moving house this week. I am going to a nice quiet yard near the human's house so she is less cross in the mornings as she can get half an hour more in bed.

There are mutterings, however about the amount of STUFF she is having to pack. A horse has to look good in public, hence the huge wardrobe and associated accessories! And since all my fluff was shaved off (I mean, how RUDE), I am on a 5 rug regime as it is a mite chilly out there. The human has a friend who says I look like a bag lady when my rugs are a bit wonky. I am not speaking to the friend.

Anyway, the human is trying to throw away as many of my possessions as possible, she says I don't need the mouldy old noseband and bald brushes so now the bins are overflowing and the rubbish men will shout at her.

Bet she goes out and buys everything all over again.

P.S Still no tax return. I have bets on with the cat that she will be up at midnight on January 30th weeping copiously.....