After the smashed car and the lost wallet, now the lame horse. He was mucking around (which he's been told not to do) and got kicked. He says it's terribly, terribly sore, and he really can't go anywhere, though when we gave up and turned back after about 100 yards and made for home, he made a small but miraculous recovery. "I think I should just rest quietly," he said. "Plenty of food, but no work for a while. Ok?"
Not ok. He's just had a week off. Bloody animal.
So that's the third thing (I don't count the kiss). No more, please. I've only been home three days.