The Bitch Within.

 Saturday 6th September 2025

I was a few minutes late arriving at the stables this morning, on account of being lost in thought and dawdling. I couldn't help but notice how autumn-like the mornings are becoming. As I strolled along the narrow asphalt lane, I looked out across the fields. The only remnants left of those wonderful harvest days were two straw stacks in the far distance. Apparently, they've been purchased by a neighbouring farmer and are awaiting collection.

My dalliance along the way meant I was last to arrive at the stables, so I missed Charlotte—in fact, I missed everyone. I collected some empty hay nets and took them to the hay shed, where I found Peter and Elizabeth. It always amuses me how these two have become one. While at the stables, they are never to be parted; Charlotte tells me they're the same when they're together at home, too.

Talking of Charlotte, I caught up with her for a few minutes during lunch break. She was bursting with news about Nigel! They went on their promised date Friday evening, which I have to confess I was a little surprised about, as I thought his interest now lay with Kimberly. I fear I was a bit of a bitch. I tried not to be—I made the right sort of noises and showed a certain amount of interest. I fear, though, that my true feelings showed through all the lovely sentiments. It was not my best moment as a supposed friend. I've suspected for some time that perhaps I'm not a friend at all, and that's just an acceptable mask.

When I left, Rob was waiting in his garden for me. I've told him before not to hang around—he has my number. I think he just likes to potter around until I show up. He didn't really want anything in particular, other than to tell me he'd seen Norman. He was in his car and not his bike, so it would seem he's fully recovered.

So, that was Saturday. Nothing overly exciting, but sometimes that can be good.