So on Friday night, we took Ricky down to the showground, and I attempted to plait him up. Normally I sew in plaits, but he kept being an idiot and moving so they are the most retarded plaits I think I've ever seen. I couldn't even braid his forelock, so I just went with the standard 'oh he's a baby, thats why they're retarded' excuse. Excuse my stupid looks and red face. I was sunburnt and I didn't get to sleep til 4:30am and then got up and 6am. My hair was even done properly.