My horse escaped. Again. Luckily my superawesomedefinitelygettingachristmaspresent friend called me and helped me catch her.
I was in trainers (sneakers), so my feet got covered in mud. And then said horse stood on my foot.
I found a rat. A dead rat. And I only found after I tried to close the stable door several times and it wouldn't close. I dropped dead squashed rat in the mud.
I went to fill the water buckets up and soaked my leg and my friends leg.
I hit myself in the face with the metal bars at the top of the horses stable door.
I stood in a massive puddle on my way home.
I got home and since I hadn't crated the dogs before I left, the house was a complete mess.
I'm scared to bring the goats in because the way my night's been going they've probably escaped.