That will teach me!

Eastar likes to come in by 8pm or well before dark (which ever is first), but tonight I was busy so thought he’d be fine if I was a little late. Sadly time ran away with me & it was v dark & 8.45 by the time I remembered :O I know.... what an evil woman forgetting/making “Lord Fontaroy” wait!

I went round to finding a worked-up Eastar (nothing like the rocking horse from the first few weeks tho..) prancing about all sweated up & anxious, yet clearly not wanting/standing still long enough to be caught..
I however couldn't help myself & had to stand there for a bit to simply admire him as his paces looked  fantastic! I guess this must be his extended trot that I’ve heard about *WOW*!! 
He was jogging around with fantastic long strides & declaring his objection to his obvious abandonment =’(  I couldn't keep him still long enough to get the head collar on & Martin wasn't helping the situation by waving the torch around like a flippin disco light bugging the hell out of both Eastar & me *gggrrr*.... After a bit I had a thought that Eastar might make his way back to the stable if the gate was open, but to be safe Martin should block the route to big house... Martin... Mart? Ummm seems my thought was vocal (nasty habit). Before I could ask his opinion Martin had opened the gate & was gone.. Eastar opted for the open gate but decided the main lawn was the place to be, so headed that way :O ......

The perfect lawn with its ohhh so straight stripes & immaculate edges, now has whopping hoof prints everywhere complete with churned up bits for good measure!! Not content with that (why would he be)... Eastar makes his way along every strip of grass that surrounds the big house & while passing snacks on a few  baby trees (cutting them by half I suspect)!!! Each special one planted by the various grandchildren as they come of age, each with it's own wee plaque & each gonna carry a darn fine ear-bashing for me I bet! *hugee gggggroan* Do I want daylight to come?

I got the leadline around Eastars neck on a couple of occasions but he wasn’t standing still for anyone just yet, so I admitted defeat & after a little "drag" around I opted to let go....
If you're not reaching for the tenna lady/wet with laughter already, let me help with a bit of visual... 
Drag = me jogging/being pulled a bit too fast for my little legs to handle on wet grass while slipping around in squelchy fucking stupid CROCS!
Need more? Surely not! Luckily I can help anyway...
In my seemingly "new found wisdom" not only was I wearing Crocs that turn into "fucking ice-skates" on wet grass, but also a rather lovely “long traditional nightie that had to be tucked into my knickers" to stop me tripping over it! Ummm I hear ya, it is a good job I'm so far from civilization!


Anyway visuals aside & "The Shenanigan Continues"... By this point (as I'm sure you can appreciate) my patience for Martins "disco light torch" is wearing a tad thin *putting it mild*, meaning my request changed from “honey could you keep the light low please & maybe a bit steadier?”.. To “KEEP the fucking light low & still.. Am I speaking English? Do you understand that LOW means the bloody ground & NOT my fucking eyes!!"... Umm (hindsight n all that).. Thankfully I have a husband that's 1 in a zillion & makes allowances for my "Leo" temper. On the other-hand of course, he could have been  laughing too much inside to register/care what I was saying?.. Either way I'm darn lucky me finks =)

Thankfully not long after that the chase was over (total of 35minutes, but who's counting :D) & although still a wee prancy Eastar followed me to his bed.

If you're wondering;

1. Yes my boss is home. 
2. No I'm not sure if she saw "a slightly crazed horse trampling & devouring her gardens" or "the ghostly figure" chasing him. However I would hazard a guess that if her attention was not grabbed by those facts, it MUST have been drawn by the tourch darting here there & everywhere! 

 I haven't had a call ((yet)) & thank gaud tomorrow is Sunday & my day off!