once more, its ozzy

I hate thinking up message titles...Grins.
I have sore arms, a sore arse, sore stomach muscles, sore leg muscles...and more...guess what ive been doing...
and yeah, i no im unfit...


It cantered to the far side of the paddock and stood, trembling as i let myself in. He obviously saw me as the cause of all his pain and suffering. "Hello boy" i said calmly and nicely, placing the small amount of food i'd started him on in the middle of the paddock. "I'm gonna muck out" i announced and continued to pick up his droppings greatful that he as a stallion, always seemed to do them in a great pile. I'd decided that i would just spend time til he wasnt scared of me being around him in the paddock, mucking out, cleaning the trough, inspecting the fences, or just walking. The entire time i mucked out and cleaned the trough he stayed as far away from me as possible, trembling and watching me, the few muscles he had alert. I sighed, called goodnight and went to myst.
"Hello my princess" i called to her and she whinnied happily and came to me, a nice change. I put her foot in the poltice bucket and groomed her, and she pawed, keen to go riding. "No, girl" i said sadly. "No riding for you, not for a long while." she whickered softly as though she agreed and i thought briefly of my baby, then put the thought out of my mind. If i didnt think it, it wouldnt happen. I extracted mysts foot, and saw that the swelling had gone down, but the hotness had gone up. I out my stuff away. "Bye, my princess" i called back to her, as i went for one last check on the chestnut stallion