I've been a bit of a misery this week what with sounding off about everything from so-called animal lovers to stupid parents and complaining about not being able to go to Tibet to meet up with a Yak...I can smell Yak though actually...we have a saddlebag in heavy woven fabric which has been sewn together with Yak hair...and if you press your nose into it I swear you can smell the last Yak who wore it...
But smelling Yak is neither here nor there...I use ipernity as a platform if you like, to get rid of my frustration over general idiocy...and you are the poor unfortunates who read whatever and sigh and say...ah...Jeez, but isn't she away again.
Himself suffers as well of course, and the poor man is here in person, so there's no escape for him when I suddenly sit bolt upright and demand he listen and listen now to my latest grump about something I've read...he's quite skilful at saying Mmm and Noo...while he's watching his own little screen or doing a crossword.
The weather doesn't help...and there's absolutely no point in telling me no-one much cares for gloomy winter days 'cos I'll turn a deaf ear and still whinge when it gets dark at half three in the afternoon and is still pitch dark when I wake up...
And I don't like Christmas much either...I scowl at displays of boxes of chocolates and mutter under my breath at fancy crackers and think evil thoughts about anyone who dare forget my birthday long before the day itself. I don't care for cooking a pallid turkey that tastes of nothing much and my roast potatoes won't go crispy and I'll have forgotten to make any stuffing and the television is dire and I truly hate anyone who says they had such a lovely time with their family around them, even if Auntie did get tipsy and Granddads' teeth fell out onto his pudding and some awful child was given a Whoopee cushion in his stocking and had hysterics every time someone sat on it...
I don't like playing cards 'cos I don't understand the rules and board games have me bewildered altogether and I never win and little children dressed up as angels make me want to be sick...especially when they sing. Can't be doing with small children singing.
Henry made me really cross today when he asked Himself would we take his two baby donkeys 'cos he can't afford to keep them and I'd have happily torn a strip because he breeds the poor little chaps...it isn't their fault...and what makes him think we can afford to take on two extra with hay and concentrate the price it is...I said it'd be better to have them put down and Himself said they need to go to the sanctuary...but that's full to bursting.
And so I was cross because we can't take on two more and Himself was cross because we don't have the cash to have them cut and to feed them...and Paddy the farrier will be cross when we tell him and wish he had the land to take them on...all because Henry is a proper eejit who doesn't think.
It'll pass of course...this being in the doldrums.