Mirravale Riding School - Day 3

"Disaster" struck yesterday night, when we discovered there was no hot water. Possibly our little incident with the water trough could have triggered this water problem, but the real cause cannot be determined. Everyone seems affected by it, even Jane herself, who seems tired by the series of unfortunate events. Luckily for her, Jane's bf, Dane, arrived last night and he's going to be helping out here at the school for 2 whole weeks. (Btw, Jane and Dane. Is that cute or what?) Dane is also a Murdoch student but he's doing secondary teaching in the arts department.

Anyway, just when one thinks that the problem can't get any worse, today we realised that there is completely NO water at all. So today we would all have to get by without taking a shower, and tomorrow they would figure a way to fix the water shortage. We switched to using rain water for our water supply when attending to essential needs such as the cleaning of bridles and giving water to the horses.

Have I mentioned how I actually like clearing the horse shit from the saddling up shed? Usually either me or Lydia would push the wheelbarrow around, while the other one of us would use a rake to lift the piles of manure up and into the wheelbarrow. We both concluded that it reminds us of muah chee. That is exactly how it looks, coated with a thin layer of sand. I suppose we are amusing ourselves here for our own benefit, in order to maintain our sanity. Everyday the tasks and jobs are exactly the same, after disregarding the water crisis. I find it monotonous. It sounds sad if I said that we looked forward to dinner each night, but it's true, because dinner is the only thing that changes every day, so there's something to wonder about and anticipate. Jane would cook something different for us each night and we would sit around eating dinner and watching tv, not that there is ever anything gd on tv.

Jane has this silly dog called Milly, who is a kelpie true to its herding instincts. Crazily enough, whenever we bring a horse or two from the paddocks, it would block our paths as if to herd us back into the paddock. Thanks to Dane who suggested that we need to stop in our tracks and shoo Milly away in order to discourage her bad behaviour, I did exactly just that this morning, and Milly got so excited that he jumped up and nipped me in the thigh. I didn't take Dane's advice ever again after that.

Hoping that time would pass more quickly.