snork's Journal

2nd May

The winter weather has set in.
After a beautiful morning, during which I had removed all the horses’ covers, a thunder storm suddenly ripped in and dumped a load of hail with it.

The horses stood pathetically shivering way down the opposite end of the paddock and made no attempt to come up when I called them.

It was up to me to trudge down to the end of the paddock, lugging three heavy canvas covers, battered by hail stones the size of plums.

I made it and rugged each of the horses in turn, dusting the hail off their rumps first, as the thunder boomed and the lightening lit up the sky in spectacular fashion.

“Brrrr” said Persil, “we were wondering how long it would take you to get down here”.
“I won the bet”, said The Phantom happily, “Exactly 5 minutes and 45 seconds before you could be arsed getting out here to rug us up”.

I turned to make my way back up the paddock only to notice that the storm had moved away. The hail had stopped, the sun was breaking through and the wind had died down.

All three horses accompanied me back to the house.

“SO, um, covers off now is it?” said the Phantom.
I glared at him and stomped into the house. As I did I heard Persil say gleefully, “Er that would be a NOOO, Phantom”.

The cats had all been watching from the bay window in the lounge. “Great show”, said Zeuss, “however we all felt it lacked a little on the dramatic side”.
“The lighting was very good,” said Sticky,
“I loved the sound the sound effects”, the ever positive Grommart chimed in.
“Is it half time yet?” said Flossom, “I’m famished”.