Write about: the horse.
Spent some time this morning helping the guys put in fence posts around a part of the property that hasn't had anything growing in it (other than weeds) since shortly after I met Kat. There used to be apple trees there but Kat's parents pulled them out due to a combination of them not being worth the effort and so that they could scale back just enough to be able to do all the work themselves, with no need for hiring pickers every year.
Needless to say, in an area filling up with vineyards and very little land left unused, that corner of the property has attracted a fair amount of attention. But soon, likely by the end of the month, it won't be quite so empty as Kat's brother is bringing his family's horses down from Dawson Creek.
And before those two get here, we need to get that fence finished.
"He seemed like a pretty good horse when I looked at him before the race..."
"Really? You're being serious right now, aren't you?"
"I checked all the things you told me to look out for! The feet, the walking stride, th-"
"Stop talking. Right now."
"You were putting big money on this one, you know I wouldn't cut corners!"
"Mate, you didn't just cut corners. You completely missed them! The bloody horse finished dead last!"
"I had no way of knowing that, I swear! Like I told you, he looked like... oh."
"I... um... may have forgotten to replace the lenses in my glasses after they broke while I was getting ready for bed last night..."