Just a note to quash all those nasty rumours about my horse and I….
On Friday I DID NOT FALL off my horse and land in an embarrassed heap in the middle of the road, only to get up and hobble after him as he walked casually back home, finally collapsing about 10 yards (as the seagull flies) down the hill realising my foot wasn’t working properly and, in fact that it hurt like hell, getting picked up by some very nice people who live in the house nearby who took me to hospital ending up with a badly torn ligament etc etc
Here’s the true story…
As I cantered up the side of the road on my beautiful big horse, smiling to myself as I luxuriated in the warm sun and the bond with my horse, I decided that the one thing I hadn’t tried that day, was the ancient and difficult art of dressage vaulting and that it might be fun to try, so no sooner had I thought thus, I launched myself expertly off Nibblers back, did a fabulous series of difficult three quarter back flips before resting in a semi reclining pose on the tarmac.
Of course, like all Olympic gymnasts, this was followed by a graceful leap to my feet and a series of hops, until finally I decided that on seeing it was such a beautiful day, sunbathing in the long sweet scented grass by the side of road next to the meandering stream would be the thing to do.
Nibbler, having worked hard to get me as far up the road as he had, I reasoned, was due for a rest from his rider, so I sent him off to wander home happily by himself while I lay back and soaked up the sun.
Eventually a young lad on a bike cycled up to me, “I thought I’d find you along the road” he said, “yes”, said I, “ on such a fabulous day, one should take time out to relax and smell the, er hay, and that’s what I’m doing”.
“Shall I get my Mum”? he asked, naively, “ok, if you think she’d like to join me here, it might be fun” I said dreamily.
Pretty soon the boy’s ‘Mum’ came roaring up in her large, loud car, she dragged me into it and drove me, (after seeing to horse and other pests) and after insisting I had dinner with them, to the hospital, where I had decided it would be swimmingly good fun to spend 5 hours sitting in a wheel chair in the emergency department. “What fun” I thought to myself as I looked around happily to be punched in the back by a small boy named Ezekiel.
Then I decided to try out the xray machine, “I’ve always wanted to have my foot xrayed” I told the technician gleefully. He kindly obliged and pretty soon I was being wheeled in to meet a lovely irish doctor. Imagine my surprise and delight on being told my foot was mashed to pieces and I was to get to take loads of strong pain killers, wear a delightful support bandage which matches the colour of my skin and coordinates nicely with everything, and get to charge around on crutches for the next six weeks…
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