28/10/2025
Summer: gone.
Me: emotionally unprepared.
The first winter job has officially begun โ constructing a royal suite for His Majesty the Horse ๐๐ด Straw fluffed to perfection, bed fit for a king, and me? Just the humble stable servant, back in my winter uniform: three jumpers, two pairs of socks, and a faint smell of hay.
Ah yes, the season of being a slave to the horse has arrived. He eats like a lord, sleeps like a prince, and I shovel like a peasant.
And so begins my seasonal career as personal butler to a four-legged diva while I just try to survive on caffeine and sarcasm โโ๏ธ๐ด