A little help from my friends.

Thank you all so much for your kind words, friends are just as important whether in the same room or across continents :D

I was struggling but then discovered that I could get You tube on my tv and listened to the Sergeant Pepper Film soundtrack as I pottered about doing little bits of work in between rests.  It cheered me up so much, I loved the film when I was young, but looking back now, it was so incredibly cheesey!!!

Having Fibro sometimes drags me down and then I go through the stages of misery, anger and acceptance. After the acceptance I usually pull myself out of it and get back up to fight again. I'm not as bad as some people I know and if I manage everything sensibly, I can live a pretty good life. Most of the time I'm fine and coasting along quite happily, but that silly fall last week just tipped me over the edge.
 I don't think it helped either that Wednesday was the 10th Anniversary of when I lost my beautiful Oliver. He was the most amazing horse and we had 20 very happy years together. It was because of him that I became an Equine Reiki master, as I wanted to support him in his twilight years. As he got older, the more he asked for treatments.

 I only had to put my hands out and he would put his head where he wanted to feel the Reiki. As often as not he would run away and leave me feeling daft and rejected! He had a wicked sense of humour ;)

So having got through a hellish few days, I asked T to help me improve how we feed the ponies. They've been wasting so much hay in the mud. He came up with these lovely hay mangers and made two in a day.

 At first the ponies were wary, but soon got the hang of eating from them. This has changed our routine so much for the better that I can even manage to do the feeds by myself if I have to. Although, I haven't had to this week as everyone has helped so much while I recovered <3

Yesterday, someone, probably Flash (far left in this picture) went through two strands of electric fencing probably after a fight over hay and manger rights!!!

We were sat contemplating the decoration of our little Christmas tree when Manchee started barking and just wouldn't stop. After yelling at him a bit, we all heard the thundering of hooves and got to the front door in time to see the ponies galloping across the garden and into the field behind. They did a lap of the houses at the end of the road and came back up the road, hooves clattering and mud flying to stop at the lush grass in the orchard garden. We quietly caught them with buckets of food and put them away again. Well it wouldn't be the weekend without a break out of some kind!!!


Edited to add. I'm such a doughnut that I blogged twice about Oliver, I guess it shows how much he's been on my mind this week!!!