Moving Horse

Yes, moving horse, not moving house. Although the horse has been moving house, so the title could have been Horse Moving House. That’s taken up most of the day today, one way or another. She’s gone off to Harewood, so she’ll no longer be outside biting chunks off the hedge.

In other news, Mia has turned into a mountaineer. You only have to turn your back for 5 seconds before she’s balancing precariously on top of a table, chair, or whatever else happens to be around. It’s very frightening for us, but not for her apparently. I’m going to book her in for some lessons in the art of being scared before my heart packs up.

I had a pleasant surprise today, when I wanted to access the Oxford Dictionary of National Biography. They apparently wanted £195+VAT (per year) to let me in, but just as steam had started coming out of my ears, I noticed I could just type in the number off my newly acquired library card. The same thing works at various other useful places as well. Three cheers for the library. I would say I’m glad I paid my council tax, but I joined the library the county that a portion of our garden is in, rather than the one where the house is.