Talking Of Horses .....

 Which is about all I seem to be doing, lately ..... I was in the creamery the other day. I checked out the horsey stuff shelves. But, I couldn't find the horse treat biscuits anywhere.

 Went to the counter and asked Joe what the craic was. He said they'd sold out. And, in view of the way things were going, economically, they wouldn't be getting any more in! People weren't spending money on 'treats' for animals, these days.

 I'm like, " Eh?! ". I need these things for Pat's pony. He expects them of me and I don't fuck creatures about.

 I've copped the fuckin' needle with the world. Asked Joe what the fuck 'people' were gonna do next. Stop worming their horses? Stop fucking feeding them?!

 And, without batting an eye lid, Joe looked me straight in the eye and solemnly said; " A lot of people are having them killed. "

 I Really didn't need to fucking hear that! FFS!

 I verified this with Steve ~ a multi horse keeper himself ~ on the way home, that night. He reckons it's perfectly true. 

 Just fucks my head up. It's like deciding to thin out ye own fucking children, when things get a bit tight. How long before these bastards are tying rocks to their fucking Dogs, down at the riverside?

 I think I'll fuck off now. Do something else. I can't handle thinking about shit like this.