Tuesday: here I am on my way to work.
I'm sure there is and SWL (safe working load) for a Donkey and we appear to have exceeded it.
F bought me a new bunk for the office (my igloo had a ripping accident), and it got piled on top of a plant trough from home which was already balanced precariously on Donkey's handle bar. The plants for the trough were underneath AND we also stopped en route at a plant stall in the Tuesday laiki to buy some grass.
We suffered two serious collapses of the (fortunately plastic) plant trough and its tray, which I managed to catch before they tumbled to the ground - and I remained totally Zen throughout. I did end up having to share my saddle with the grass plant, and we arrived at work with everyone laughing.
I'm pleased I have cheered their day - now where's my chicken?
As for the new bunk - it smells like a shop. It needs my nice comfortable lived in smell before I will condescend to use it. Ripped Igloo is still better.
|I gave in eventually, but made F bribe me first - I've got her well trained in that respect|
It's 'gunnels' by the way if case you are wondering how to tackle that old boating word. The top edge, the last bit that stops you from sinking.... my new bunk has 'gunwales'.