Apparently I am sound again. To mark this occasion my owner appeared with my saddle and took me for a 40 minute hack. I didn't want to go as I hadn't finished my haylage so I tried a number of time-wasting tactics once we'd set off, such as pretending to need a pee. It didn't work and we went up the track to Clunbeg. On the way out she was calling me a fat slug but once headed for home, I went into racehorse mode so she shut up.