Today at the stables was like a little microcosm of life. A young pony in the lesson was feeling pesky and misbehaving; an old horse sadly had to be put to sleep. The boy was oblivious to such pathos as he went to the park with Daddy. He must have worn himself out as all Dexter managed for the rest of the day was eating (a lot - I swear he's got a tapeworm), and sleeping. We had to wake him at five o'clock.
I marked a pile of exercise books; all part of life's rich tapestry.