Saw nervous wreck exhausted friend and family off, on their way to Switzerland. One of the dogs has gone walkabout - fortunately before they left. I could hear him barking and having fun chasing wallaby off down the hill. I hope the silly beggar is home by morning, as there are at least 10 000 acres of bush for me to search. Not happening... well, I'd probably try but it's not a really plausible idea.
I tell myself looking after horses will be good for writing fantasy novels. It actually went quite well tonight, with two of us. Tomorrow morning however will be hell as I am not yet confident enough to do it alone, and Barbs has work at 9 and doesn't do mornings well at the best of times (I don't do mid-day well, but am usually at work by 5.30AM at the latest. In summer, 4 AM.) Yeah I know. It's unfair. Some people are morning people and some aren't.