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Donkeys

One of the possible downsides of being away for a week with lots of time on your hands is idle thoughts build into hopes and desires.... Armed only with Mummy's iPad and intermittent WiFi the girls have become obsessed by the idea of owning not one but two donkeys. Goodness knows how this started but since arriving they have become mini experts in donkey care and maintenance and are convinced it's the only way forward. Fair play to them, they have worked out that they are cheaper than horses, require less attention and are relatively cute, if you like that kind of thing.

On the downside, they still need feeding and caring for daily, we don't have the land and (drum roll), they can live up to 40 years!! We would be in danger of them outliving us!

So in their quest to obtain their hearts desire, they have learnt lots about donkeys; that land is in scarce supply in Woolton Hill and that both Mummy and Daddy are dead against the idea of a donkey or two, not least as they would serve no purpose in our lives other than to complicate it. They've also discovered websites devoted to donkeys (of course), all kinds of donkey tat you can waste your money on, and a charity which allows you to foster them in pairs (thank goodness they'd didn't manage to complete the form!). They also offer adoption but apparently this is "pointless, you don't get to take them home!"

Personally I think it's a scam. I think they are actually scheming for a pony and are banking on us agreeing that fostering a pony would be more useful and less risky in the long term. Roll on getting the dogs back (we are missing them) so that they can go back to pretending they are ponies. Or donkeys of course!


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