Right now, it’s fair to say as a human being, she’s about as much use as boobies on a fish and as such, she’s more frustrated than a caged cat in a sardine factory. I am starting to ponder if its less he’s excited and more he’s exhausted though? I shall bear that in mind next time he comes to shoe me and consult the “help the aged farrier” handbook. Apparently he has a big party tomorrow night, which I’m not invited to, but limpy leg is. I have asked metal mother to pass on my regards and then kick him in the shin for not inviting me.