From a very wet and cold Port Elizabeth.
Before I go any further I need to say something.
I suddenly have a whole lot of new blogging friends.
Who are going to think I am nuts when I write this post.
Just to elucidate (isn’t that a great word?)
I have been writing a series of posts about my life with husband number one.
To catch up on them you will have to go right to the bottom of this post.
There you will find the categories.
So ….what else happened on this farm/shop?
I mentioned we had two horses.
I had warned the kids, over and over, NEVER to stand behind them.
Like cows, horses scared the hell out of me.
One day, one of the staff came running in to tell me my younger son had been kicked by a horse.
I didn’t know I could move that fast.
I positively flew.
And while I was flying I was picturing him with his head kicked in.
I do that sort of thing.
I think the worst so when it happens it is never that bad.
When I found him crying….with a perfect imprint of a horse’s hoof on his leg….I gave him a matching imprint of my hand on his butt.
Mothers do that.
When you find out they are alive…you want to kill them.
Then there was the time some bastards got into the pigsty and stabbed one of the pigs.
I wrote and told my Dad.
And he sent me a beautiful crystal pig.
He loved to do that sort of thing.
I am going to put on a picture of the pig.
But it isn’t very good.
That pig was to be the start of my collection.
He is quite big and they no longer make that size.
So he could be a collector’s item.
Hmmmmmmmmm….wonder if he is worth anything?