http://cobaltnick.blog.co.uk/en-EUhttp://backend.userland.com/rss092http://cobaltnick.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/dc/14fd11ae22b462c5d9502b7f9972ee_160x200.jpg <p>It was a misty morning in November and Cobalt Nick was in a sombre mood as he ambled through his paddock. The morning chill had furnished the grass with a fresh dew and tiny little cobwebs looked like they had been sprinkled in fairy dust.</p> <p>In the distance a red hot air balloon rose into the morning sky, Cobalt Nick pondered on the strange floating object above him as though studying a fine painting.</p> <p>TZZZZT went the electric fencing as Cobalt Nick stumbled upon the edge of his paddock.</p> <p>Nick signed, normally the uninvited thump from the electric fencing would have ensued an un-co-ordinated scurry towards safety, but todays altercation merely reaffirmed Nicks less than spritely mood. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://cobaltnick.blog.co.uk/2007/12/07/cobalt_nick~3407752/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://cobaltnick.blog.co.uk/2007/12/07/cobalt_nick~3407752/Fri, 07 Dec 2007 09:23:58 +0100