You're nuts

"Did you tie the boys up?" is not the usual greeting one might expect from your beautiful and oh so patient wife early doors. Once the cognitive functions returned and I realised it was morning and it was me being shouted at, or rather too, and that the boys were not the apprentice or MkII rugrat (social workers don't tie children up no matter how vexing they have been) but in fact Apollo the wonder foal and Will.I.Am the almost Welsh Cob, I sat up in my bed and had to admit that I had not. The result of me not tying up the recently released from borstal ponies meant that they had leaned on the gate until it succumbed to the pressure and had buggered off. Yes, I had forgot to tie the gate shut. They on the other hoof had not forgot how to open an untied gate. As usual this was at the start of a very busy day and as there was insufficient time to allocate to hunting naughty ponies in the fog on the slopes of the Bonsai Mountain they were left to their own devices for several hours. During an interactivity interval (read job done and psych yourself up for the the next one) a commotion was heard around the stables. The boys, having been at school and used to breakfast in bed, elevenses, lunch,  tea and biscuits, three course dinners, unlimited snacks surround sound TV and the like, got fed up with wandering the bogs of the cauldron and had returned to HQ in the hope of tiffin. Having found the Ryelands devouring second breakfasts the boys got in a tiz and were hoofing buckets across the yard. Hence commotion. Cue blue bucket of allure and dozy well trained ponies walked back to captivity, some horse nuts (hence squirrel pic, its a tenuous link) and a double granny knot hitched on a bended byte on the rope securing the gate shut. Get out of that boys.