When I'm not writing I love to write about writing. I also like to moan and complain about pretty much everything else. My ramblings are below. No particular order to them; just as they trickle through what I optimistically refer to as my brain.
Sunday, 27 March 2016
There's just no gratitude.
I thought I'd give the sproglet a day off and muck out the horses today. I mean I actually left an NCIS day to go and look after the nags for her, and what did I get: "Oh thanks, rog? No, nothing so boring.
And the large one barfed on my jacket. I'd like to meet the person who said horses can't be sick and do something unpleasant to him.