Have I misunderstood the word “fun?”
After having spent the last 72hrs either waiting in, or hovering near to our local hospital waiting to discover if my daughter was to lose her spleen following the severe pounding she received from the two (shod) hooves of a wild horse interacting with her midriff, I’m still trying to understand why it is that people must own horses.
First there’s the expense of buying them, not an inconsiderable amount. Then the really great part, according to my severe mangled offspring: you feed them, clean out all of yesterdays food from the bottom of their stables, then prepare tomorrow’s food. Then tomorrow you do that same thing all over again – forever.
Yes, I know they ride them, so perhaps the joy of it all is avoiding either careless or downright malicious vehicle drivers on the road.If someone could explain to me where the actual fun begins I’d love to know.
And now that she’d back from hospital, thankfully intact, I can begin writing again. I wasn’t this afraid when people in other countries were trying to kill me on a daily basis. At least then I could fight back, and instead of paying a king’s ransom for the privilege, I was being paid.
I’m just glad she’s back safe, if a little dented, but if she could find another hobby like knitting, I’d be delighted.