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Ah, Christmas...
The day so far:
- Wake up. Realise it's Far Too Early. Go back to sleep while Mike wanders around the flat.
- Wake up. Ditto. Thunder storm.
- Wake up. Try to ditto, get poked by Mike.
- Open stockings. Debate with Mike about who - given we have three horses to take care of - will ride two and who will groom two; with some doubt, accept that Mike will ride two.
- Drive to yard. Be relieved that not only has it stopped raining but there's a gorgeous rainbow to admire as we head down the A2. Arrive at yard in lovely sunshine.
- Groom GB. Feed him treats from his Christmas stocking (what can I say, I'm a soft touch).
- Watch Mike start riding.Groom Scrape mud off Evil Bitch horse. Wonder idly why Mike is getting back on horse. Hurriedly throw raincoats onto horses still to be ridden. Learn that Mike fell off horse; speculate, /wildly/, that he forgot to tighten her girth when no one reminded him: her saddle has a habit of sliding off sideways.
- Take off several layers, in the hope of having something dry to put on after riding (I'd rather do that than ride in a waterproof, which is all sweaty and ick). Put tack on GB. Start riding him, as Mike puts first horse away and goes to gets EB.
- Ride GB. Arena is sodden. Mental note to go nice and slowly. Do really quite well, practising New Trick (renvers) from yesterday's lesson to good result, although not too much as bloody wet and thus cold, so don't want to spend too long in walk.
- Wonder what Mike is doing with EB. Mike finally turns up of second horse. Object when Mike says he's going to put her away after ten minutes. Make him do fifteen and then offer to swap.
- Fail to see as tired, cold GB objects to Mike's existence by bucking, on account of being too busy telling EB off for bucking.
- Sigh and make EB canter around the school several more times in penance. Get even wetter whilst doing so. Mike given up by this point. Wonder how I managed to end up both grooming and riding two horses: sure that wasn't the deal.
- Change into dry clothes. No appreciable difference five minutes later.
- Put drying-off rugs on all horses; slip someone skint a fiver to swap them for their usual rugs once they are no longer actively dripping wet.
- Throw food at horses.
- Home. Shower. Ah, shower.
- Bucks Fizz and smoked salmon blinis! Nom!
- Speak to parents. End call at point when father starts making racist jokes. Am impressed that this took a good ten minutes of speaking to him.
- Presents!!!! It terrifies me to say this, but Aunt not winner of Worst Present Award. Actually, winner of Worst Present Award is what really terrifies me. And it's a large present given by someone who visits the house. Am terrified. It's staring at me. I may have to post a photo.
- Foooood! Mike has once again produced Best Chicken Ever. It's impressive the way that he does this every year. It's a damn tasty chicken. May have continued to nibble bits as I washed up to R4 Rumpole play.
And now, Mike iscomatose napping, I am sipping the rest of the lunchtime bottle, we have sticky-toffee-and-date-pudding-with-caramel-sauce, and left-over sausages-in-bacon, for dinner, and all is good. The sun even came back out, for a little while. It's gone again now, of course.
Merry Christmas!
- Wake up. Realise it's Far Too Early. Go back to sleep while Mike wanders around the flat.
- Wake up. Ditto. Thunder storm.
- Wake up. Try to ditto, get poked by Mike.
- Open stockings. Debate with Mike about who - given we have three horses to take care of - will ride two and who will groom two; with some doubt, accept that Mike will ride two.
- Drive to yard. Be relieved that not only has it stopped raining but there's a gorgeous rainbow to admire as we head down the A2. Arrive at yard in lovely sunshine.
- Groom GB. Feed him treats from his Christmas stocking (what can I say, I'm a soft touch).
- Watch Mike start riding.
- Take off several layers, in the hope of having something dry to put on after riding (I'd rather do that than ride in a waterproof, which is all sweaty and ick). Put tack on GB. Start riding him, as Mike puts first horse away and goes to gets EB.
- Ride GB. Arena is sodden. Mental note to go nice and slowly. Do really quite well, practising New Trick (renvers) from yesterday's lesson to good result, although not too much as bloody wet and thus cold, so don't want to spend too long in walk.
- Wonder what Mike is doing with EB. Mike finally turns up of second horse. Object when Mike says he's going to put her away after ten minutes. Make him do fifteen and then offer to swap.
- Fail to see as tired, cold GB objects to Mike's existence by bucking, on account of being too busy telling EB off for bucking.
- Sigh and make EB canter around the school several more times in penance. Get even wetter whilst doing so. Mike given up by this point. Wonder how I managed to end up both grooming and riding two horses: sure that wasn't the deal.
- Change into dry clothes. No appreciable difference five minutes later.
- Put drying-off rugs on all horses; slip someone skint a fiver to swap them for their usual rugs once they are no longer actively dripping wet.
- Throw food at horses.
- Home. Shower. Ah, shower.
- Bucks Fizz and smoked salmon blinis! Nom!
- Speak to parents. End call at point when father starts making racist jokes. Am impressed that this took a good ten minutes of speaking to him.
- Presents!!!! It terrifies me to say this, but Aunt not winner of Worst Present Award. Actually, winner of Worst Present Award is what really terrifies me. And it's a large present given by someone who visits the house. Am terrified. It's staring at me. I may have to post a photo.
- Foooood! Mike has once again produced Best Chicken Ever. It's impressive the way that he does this every year. It's a damn tasty chicken. May have continued to nibble bits as I washed up to R4 Rumpole play.
And now, Mike is
Merry Christmas!
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