Éloïse and I are sitting in our room being bored.
Jeanne is being trained at the office, Florence is gone to help bring some horses.
....now she is listening to Justin Bieber, so I will get my guitar out and drown the music out with some crappy strumming.
Edit**:
Failed attempt at a trail ride, we went about 50 meters away from the barn and it started pouring like crazy...We turned back, played hangman for about 5 minutes and decided it wasn't worth riding in the mud.
I also decorated Tornade and Tequila's saddle pads by sewing little images next to their names, which Éloïse had done before. I'll get a picture when it stops pissing rain.
Oh, and it turns out the farrier was talking complete nonsense, talking about the DNA of his horseshoes.....?!