On seeing TJ using me as a sort of gymnastic apparatus, the woman felt I needed a respite and invited me into the barn while she did her chambermaid duties. She had just returned from the morning walk with the dog, and fearing the dog would become cold in the barn, took her to the house, leaving behind the intriguing green compost container she had been carrying.
So there I was, alone in the barn with just the wheelbarrow and the green container for company. I did some whittling on the wheelbarrow handles but the aroma wafting from the green container proved too alluring. I nudged it gently and it tipped over, losing it's lid and spilling it's contents all over the aisle. The treasures I found! Unidentified things, many of which tasted wonderful, plus some perfectly good pieces of watermelon rind and something called coffee grounds. A veritable feast. There was a gentle heat emanating from the contents and I sensed an opportunity to indulge in some aromatherapy while giving myself a spa treatment. I rolled in it, making sure to coat myself thoroughly. I was lying there, groaning slightly and feeling a sense of relaxation and well-being when the door opened.
"Deargodsheafferwhathaveyoudonenow?" she bellowed. Well, that ruined any of the health benefits right there. She squawked and flapped around and next thing I was being assaulted with damp towels. Then dry towels. Then brushes. After that I was rudely escorted outside. She's still complaining about the "ungodly" cleanup. If she'd just stretch out in the compost for awhile, she'd find her tendency to over-react would simply vanish.
Doc had a slight colic this evening and unlike myself, he doesn't hide his discomfort, he tells the whole world. The woman gave him something in a syringe and held his hoof and made clucking sounds and he stuck his head over her shoulder and carried on like a big sissy. TJ had a panic attack and even Molly got very quiet and stopped eating. I just carried on as usual and finished my dinner - no point in encouraging this sort of display. He's fine now but the woman keeps popping in and bothering the rest of us and asking Doc if he's feeling better. Such a fuss.
Back to the world of politics tomorrow.