Louise has her say

Before I pick up where Thelma left off - what do you think of my baby picture? I don't know what big T is complaining about, I think I look sweet myself. How Thelma could even think of having her photo taken with a bit of straw in her hair is beyond me!

But Thelma's right about one thing - the journey was awful and I lost a lot of weight fretting and worrying (and yes, a girl can be too thin!). So I too came off the other end not looking my best,( the Gaffer said we came off the lorry as wild as monkeys) all ribby and stary in my coat (but then there was no food). But the Gaffer soon put that right with lots of decent grub and forage but I must admit I wouldn't want to do that again in a hurry!

But I'm glad we come over because this place is really nice. There are other, older horses here (a couple of lads too) who I can parade in front of and flutter my eyelashes at flirtaciously. I'd quite like some of the nail varnish the Vickster uses, but a French Manicure would be more appropriate for me I'd say! I think I'd look really good with my toenails painted - maybe at Christmas. I understand that the farrier's coming next week so perhaps he'll do them for me.

Nothing much to report really. We've both slipped into a nice routine and I'm learning how to balance on three legs - take if from me its harder than it looks! The only other thing this week, which I hope won't happen too often, was worming, when the vet - who is sweet by the way - shoved a syringe in my mouth and squirted this vile tasting slime down my throat - YUK! Growing up is not all sweetness and light.

Love Louise