Coffee Helps

A horse has appeared in the field beside my workplace.

That sounded almost magical, didn’t it? Horses randomly appearing in flashes of moondust… anyway, the field belongs to He Who Brings The Coffee’s parents, Granny and Granda (do you ever start writing something and instantly get so confused with your sentence structure and ridiculous subject matter that you wish you hadn’t bothered?), who are letting their friend keep their horse in it. Or something.

Look, the upshot of it is, there’s a horse in the field. Granny says she thinks it’s called Nelly, but I call it Horse. I feel a bit sorry for single horses, to be honest. Living alone in a field, trying not to step in your own poo and eating grass all day in the freezing cold, with no one to whinny to, can’t be a great deal of fun. It’s a bit like being a single woman, with the exception of having to be careful you don’t stand in your own poo… and the eating of the grass… and the whinnying… but still, it’s similar. Thus, it is my sympathy with single horses that has prompted me to befriend Horse.

We had a brief conversation yesterday morning, cut short by the unfortunate arrival of He Who Brings The Coffee, who possibly expected me to be working at my desk as opposed to standing in a field sympathising with a lonely horse. Zed was appalled when I headed out at lunchtime and explained that I’d promised the horse that I’d go back out and see it. “So,” said Zed, looking hurt and confused, “you’re leaving me here on my own… so you can spend time with a horse?”

Well, yes. I thought I’d made that clear. I had a great chat with Horse, who tried to cuddle me and everything (either that or it was trying to headbutt me out of its field, which is highly unlikely, given the quality of our conversation), and came back in feeling rejuvenated and encouraged. “You’ve cheered up,” observed Kate, who earlier had received a stern glare for making an innocent joke about the amount of caffeine I was consuming. I smiled cheerfully at her. “I have discovered an understanding horse,” I told her enthusiastically. Zed and Kate exchanged one of their Looks; Zed appeared to be shaking her head pleadingly, as if she didn’t want to get into what might realistically turn into yet another Stupid Conversation. Kate got the hint. “Well, there you go,” she replied sagely. “Maybe that’s what’s been missing from your life. An understanding horse.”

“I think so,” I agreed, happily. Everything is falling into place.

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