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♥May. 13th, 2014 // 07:17 pm♥
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We have a really good farrier. He's slow, but he's very patient and methodical and does a lovely job with the boys' feet.
It's a shame he's flaky, impossible to get hold of and studying in London to be a nurse.
He comes down here, in theory, every weekend to be a farrier. A couple of months ago, as a favour to him, I swapped the boys from every five weeks to every six, to fit in with some other clients nearby. Even given this, though, he's incapable of actually booking the next appointment at the end of the current one, so every six weeks I have to spend a fortnight sending him messages until he actually gets around to replying and letting me know which day he's coming.
Except that this time. Due next week, he's just (finally) got back to me and said "Oh, can't make it, have to put it off a week." Which is annoying, but not as annoying as the fact that a) if he actually managed his diary properly then he'd have seen the problem more than four days in advance and been able to, say, ask if I wanted him to come a week early and b) when I pressed him about *when* the following weekend he couldn't actually say, because he didn't have his diary, so actually it might not be then, it might be the one after. And this isn't the first time that something like that has happened.
I'll give him until tomorrow to get back to me with a date, and if he doesn't then I'm going to find someone else, who actually comes out. (And, although thankfully it's not yet happened to use, is available in an emergency. Actually quite useful, I find.) Mrs Next Door, who's also been getting steadily more annoyed with him, says that X is the best in the area, "but you have to book through his dragon of a wife". Actually, you know, booking through a dragon of a wife sounds like a great idea. Ever since the horse dentist started having his bookings taken by (I assume) his wife, he turns up on time, calls get returned, you even get a nice reminder text message when they're due to be seen. Bliss. Bring on the dragons.
(All men in professions that involve them visiting horses are crap with their phones. Farriers, saddlers, vets, dentists.... All the women are just great, and get back to you in days at most. Funny, that.) |
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