shattered

Sadly not through excessive horse activities but painting. The ceiling, the beams, the walls.....all must be done for Patrick to tile the floor in the kitchen tomorrow. I'm aching in my shoulders and too tired to write a constructive entry. Lydia and I have just come in from grooming, cuddling and late hay so I've had a minor fix at least. The forecast looks good for the next few days; let's hope it right, for once, and I can get riding and give up painting.