Changing rooms

 A couple of weeks ago I was given a multi gym torture machine, you know the type of contraption that you sit on and your limbs can be hurt in a variety of ways as you press, pull, lift or drag weights about. As the planets must have been in some bizarre alignment on the same day my beautiful and of so patient wife also made the offer of allowing me to convert one of the stables into a gym, she actually said play room but I knew what she meant. But the day after the whatever it was going to be became a bale store. Again. But today that all changed. Once all the heavy metal and toys were removed, so were the bales.

 As this was going to be relatively animal free zone for a while attention turned to the six years worth of spiders hanging around.

 This turned out to be a horrific task as enraged arachnids the size of tennis balls fell from the ceiling when persuaded to by a yard broom. I also discovered that the light was defying gravity thanks to the electric cable, the plastic housing had cracked for some reason so was detached from its mounting. A quick repair with baler twine sorted that and pretty soon the roof was almost clean.

 Naturally my little helpers were on paw, here is Spotty making sure the exercise bike stays where I left it.

The bales were put in the proper bale store, and the run way cleared. Chester was evicted from his stall while that had a clear out, but the spiders were left alone, there's only so many you can upset in one day.

By end of play Chester was back in the warm and dry with hot and cold running hay

While in yours truly's stall things look like a cross between a stable and junkyard with the multi torture kit assembled but as there were no instructions I have no idea how the various pulleys, wires and chains all link together to make it more useful than a seat.