Are the builder boyfriend and I falling apart?

After the landowner told us to be out in three weeks, then admitted we had three months to move our horses under the terms of our lease, the search began.

We set about putting my house on the market and looking for a place with a few acres, but it was soon clear we were not going to find anything in budget.

With the clock ticking on our notice period at the farm we’ve been renting, we had to look for livery for the horses. The timing could hardly be worse. Vacancies don’t tend to come up as winter approaches.

But I always find the Good Lord provides when your back is against the wall. Sure enough, I found places for my two horses at a nearby stable yard and the builder boyfriend came across a field to rent for his cobs.

Maybe now we could try to look forward to a fresh start, leaving behind the hassle of constantly having to withstand the shoot boys.