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Last week­end, my hus­band and I spent our week­end in lit­eral and fig­u­ra­tive horse shit. Our daugh­ter has the loan of a horse for a few months, and as we are rapidly dis­cov­er­ing, this means bi-weekly vis­its to the pony club, while there pick­ing up horse poo (four bar­rels a week). This week­end also brought a trip to He­lensville to trans­port the hay needed for win­ter graz­ing, a work­ing bee, a dres­sage les­son … and on it goes.

There was also a kid’s triathlon, two birth­day par­ties, a sleep­over and, to book­end it, my daugh­ter fell off her horse Sun­day af­ter­noon, pulling a ten­don off her an­kle bone. My hus­band dealt with that; I was other­wise oc­cu­pied, jump­ing over my neigh­bours’ chicken coop to stop our dog from maul­ing their chick­ens, rip­ping a glute mus­cle in the process.

When they fi­nally walked in the door at 8pm, my daugh­ter on crutches, I quoted my hus­band a piece of ad­vice from our cover story to­day: that hap­pi­ness comes from a life that con­tains both mean­ing and plea­sure, and poured us both a big, fat glass of wine.

MICHELLE HURLEY

michelle. hurley@ nzher­ald. co. nz

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