Imogen

It genuinely was great actually, I sound like I'm being sarcastic, but it was considering that I watched 28 odd numbers with not my children in, I really enjoyed it and that is testament to the drama place.

Anyway, I digress.

Get up this morning, so power is restored properly about half 11 Sunday night.

There's a massive trench dug out the back of the house and they've taken the fence down where it goes into the hole in the neighbor's field.

So I can't let the dogs out the back, which is where I normally let them out to do their wee.

I'm like, no problem.

I'll let them out the front.

We've put a fence in so they can't get out.

And there's a horse field for context next to our garden.

Georgie at 6am this morning, 6am, decided to fuck off over a five foot electrified fence, which is behind our hedge.

into the horse field and is doing massive zoomies just like zooming up to them barking and running away and now if they'd kicked him or trod on him absolutely his own fault wouldn't have been the horse's fault at all wouldn't have been the owner of the horse's fault at all my dog should not be in her field i completely completely understand that i accept that he should i just didn't know he could get over a five foot electric fence um she arrives to feed her horses she's understandably a bit fucked off that there's a whippet in her field acting like a dickhead

So I have to get in my car because even though it's next to our garden, it's like you have to go round the road, round the road to climb out of my car, in my pyjamas, in her field, apologise profusely, grab my dickhead dog which is behaving like a dickhead.

I left the house without a lead because why would I take a lead when I'm going to collect a dog?

Grab my stupid dog.

He's trying to bite me because he doesn't want to walk back past the horses because I think they've scared him.

But I'm like, you have to get out of this twatting field.

I get him out of the field, put him in the car, drive back around to our house, get the girls ready for school.

They're knackered because they didn't get to sleep until like 10.45 last night because they were in their show, which was brilliant, aforementioned brilliant show.

Had to get them home.

They'd like gelled their hair into a French plait, which my eldest was like, I just went to school.