The Riot Diaries

June 26th      

We had burglars.

I was sitting at the computer when I heard the back door handle being pushed down very carefully, next I heard the door being shoved open. I froze and strained to hear what would happen next. I had not heard a car and I wasn’t expecting anyone, my heart was pounding.

It appeared, from what I could hear, that there was more than one person and that they were being very rough with the bag of carrots stashed in the laundry sink.

Carrot Burglars?

I thought it was time to peek around the hall doorway.

Nibbler was helping himself to the carrots with his sidekick (The Phantom) right behind him.

They saw me and stepped back guiltily. “There was a House Invasion” said Nibbler, “I er, thought I should count the carrots”.

I pushed them away and surveyed the damage. D. I. Zeuss arrived and peered at the mashed carrots, “Ahh”, he said, “That would be a Horse Invasion”.

June 27th

Zeuss is over his Bronchitis and it has left with an appetite of gargantuan proportions.

“3 days without fuel”, he complained after polishing off a bowl of mince. “I need refueling” he wailed 10 minutes later, pointing to his belly, “running on empty”.

I popped him outside and told him to go and catch something.

“With a bit of luck”, said F. Possovitz grumpily, “he’ll catch another cold”.

 

June 28th

Brent and I went shopping; we needed to buy a curtain for the bedroom window and the groceries.

Instead, we got some very nice red wine glasses and a couple of jerseys for Brent and a set of ceramic soap and toothbrush holders for the bathroom.

 

 

 

June 29th
Jess brought a friend out to visit The Phantom.
He was extremely pleased to have visitors.
“I have my own visitors” he declared to Persil and Nibbler who were very impressed.
The weather has been pretty crappy lately so we’ve not been out for a ride and the horses are bored. The Phantom has been busy carting shoes from the front porch, to various spots in the paddock; he also took some washing off the line and stole some carrots out of the laundry.
Visitors were just the diversion he needed.
He gave Jess and her friend a thorough carrot search, which was rewarded. “They brought carrots!” he yelled gleefully stuffing his face.
The others came rushing over and there was a flurry of carrot distribution. Flossom watched disdainfully,
“Bet you wished you’d kept your mouth shut now”, she said.

June 30th

I heard the NZ ballet was auctioning off their costumes.

I’ve always rather fancied a tutu. I think it would suit me. I imagine myself drifting down the paddock like an overgrown thistle head – all pink, fluffy and gorgeous.

I could turn up to my job interview… all pink, fluffy and gorgeous.
Depression Group Liason Officer Dingle – all pink, fluffy and gorgeous.

Imagine their surprise.