I didn’t write any Rubí Tuesday blogs in August because it was too hot for the thinking. The rabit person spent most of the month fussing over Aitana and her bout of laramintis, together with other dramas. Silly horse! It’s all attention-seeking with Aitana.
Still, we have at least got a new vet at last, who seems to know what she’s doing. If the rest of us ever get a look in – when they stop making it all about Aitana – we will have a proper donkey specialist, rather than a vet who mainly does the small dogs of Polop and makes money on the side by pretending to be an equine specialist.
Here on level 2 in the mid-afternoon it seems mostly September. Matilde and Aitana seem to think the rabit person’s arrival means food, but of course any sensible donkey can tell he is just here to take photos. No food in it, innit?
I follow the rabit person up the slope to level 1 and it is still a bit August up here. Down on level 2 Aitana is looking up to ask, “Is it food time yet?” No, you silly horse. It’s partly August and nowhere near six o’clock.