I am a donkey. I live with my donkey son Morris and my donkey friend Matilde (who has a daughter Aitana who is a bit of a silly horse) on a donkey farm called El Parral in the mountains near Benidorm, the capital of Spain. We have a Peasant who looks after us: he brings our food, sweeps up, does odd jobs, and helps put on our Santa hats for the annual Christmas photo (as we can't put them on ourselves.) Once every eight years I bray. The other donkeys bray too often: if you don't have anything new to say, I can't see the point.
Rubí donkey writes her #RubíTuesbray blogue. Yesterday was definitely Monbray. Although it was not a normal Monbray, as Monbrays go. It was a quite confusing Monbray and I don’t want a Monbray like that again for a very long time. Prolly not for at least fifteen years. Anyway that means today must be Tuesbray and I’ll write … More Rubí and the Golden Fleece
Rubí donkey writes a seasonal blogue post about celebrating the traditional Boxing Day with a family argument “What are the derangements for Boxing Day?” I asked. Morris was just emerging up the slope from Level 2 after checking that there was no food left over from Christmas Day. We were waiting for the Peasant to … More The Elephant in the Stable
Rubí donkey writes her Tuesday blogue: Sometimes the Peasant is chaotic, and sometimes we donkeys are chaotic, and when peasants and donkeys are both chaotic, what quickly develops is… well, chaos. The multiple layers of carrot-chaos are truly amazing. That’s all. A short blogue post but it’s all in the video.
Rubí writes her Rubí Tuesday blogue The clocks went back on Sunday. We don’t have a clock. The Peasant always tells us when the clocks have gone forward or back, and we simply look at each other and shrug. All we know is breakfast gets earlier or later. Who needs clocks? Morris told us yesterday that the … More Matilde says we’re in a permacrisis
The Rubí Tuesday blogue The Tour de France finished on Sunday evening so we had to wait nearly an hour for our feed. The Peasant turned up in his cycling clothing. He had been lounging in front of the TV all day drinking beer and watching the bike race on Eurosport. “Oh well,” he announced, … More The end of the summer