Holly Hocks
Well-Known Member
Well they say things happen in threes and today they really did. Nothing major, but just three things that have added up to me feeling that I just want to put my head under the duvet and not come out til morning.
1: Tried to fill up car at "pay at the pump" this morning - credit card declined, despite having plenty of available credit on. Phoned the ever unhelpful Santander and spoke to someone in another country who told me that there was nothing wrong with the card. I then tried to pay vets bill (yet another!) with the card and was told that it was declined. Rang Santander again - spoke to another person in India and was told that I had input the wrong expiry date - I tried to explain that when you fill up at the pump you only put your pin number in and not the expiry date and ended up in an argument with him, as he kept telling me there was nothing wrong with the card,resulting in me telling him that I wanted to report the card lost then (so they would send me a new one) and calling him an incompetent ******** (not big or clever, I know).
2: Get a text at work asking if I was hacking out after work - answer yes I am. Set off for hack with woman on the slowest horse in the world. There is nothing wrong with the horse, but mine is into her fifth week of roadwork and is getting a bit fit and this woman won't trot to catch up resulting in me having to stop every 10 steps - that's no exaggeration. I've heard of doing regular halt transitions, but my mare was getting a bit peed off with it and starting to get a bit agitated despite being bombproof in traffic. Woman then tells me that her horse won't go past the llamas. I tell her it's ok, mine will and to put her horses head on the offside of my horses bum to shield hers from them. But no, she decides to get off and her horses then pulls her over the road and starts tanking with her. I get mine into a farmyard, but then mine starts doing mini rears as she doesn't know what the hell is going on. Cars are scattered by this time and my language is getting pretty foul. She manages to get hers into the farmyard (by this time we're past the llamas) but she still won't get back on. She is nervous and I don't have a problem with that, but if she'd told me about it before we set out from the yard, we could have gone a different way. We then have to walk back at snail pace while mine has got so wound up she is about 3ft long from nose to bum. I feel like all the work I've been doing for the last five weeks has gone out the window and I know why I like hacking out on my own so much.
3: Finally get home, go to take boots off and find that the zip has bust at the ankle.
I am going to put my head in a bucket of cider and not come out until I have drank the last drop.
1: Tried to fill up car at "pay at the pump" this morning - credit card declined, despite having plenty of available credit on. Phoned the ever unhelpful Santander and spoke to someone in another country who told me that there was nothing wrong with the card. I then tried to pay vets bill (yet another!) with the card and was told that it was declined. Rang Santander again - spoke to another person in India and was told that I had input the wrong expiry date - I tried to explain that when you fill up at the pump you only put your pin number in and not the expiry date and ended up in an argument with him, as he kept telling me there was nothing wrong with the card,resulting in me telling him that I wanted to report the card lost then (so they would send me a new one) and calling him an incompetent ******** (not big or clever, I know).
2: Get a text at work asking if I was hacking out after work - answer yes I am. Set off for hack with woman on the slowest horse in the world. There is nothing wrong with the horse, but mine is into her fifth week of roadwork and is getting a bit fit and this woman won't trot to catch up resulting in me having to stop every 10 steps - that's no exaggeration. I've heard of doing regular halt transitions, but my mare was getting a bit peed off with it and starting to get a bit agitated despite being bombproof in traffic. Woman then tells me that her horse won't go past the llamas. I tell her it's ok, mine will and to put her horses head on the offside of my horses bum to shield hers from them. But no, she decides to get off and her horses then pulls her over the road and starts tanking with her. I get mine into a farmyard, but then mine starts doing mini rears as she doesn't know what the hell is going on. Cars are scattered by this time and my language is getting pretty foul. She manages to get hers into the farmyard (by this time we're past the llamas) but she still won't get back on. She is nervous and I don't have a problem with that, but if she'd told me about it before we set out from the yard, we could have gone a different way. We then have to walk back at snail pace while mine has got so wound up she is about 3ft long from nose to bum. I feel like all the work I've been doing for the last five weeks has gone out the window and I know why I like hacking out on my own so much.
3: Finally get home, go to take boots off and find that the zip has bust at the ankle.
I am going to put my head in a bucket of cider and not come out until I have drank the last drop.
Would love to get some regular clients and get off the ground on the grooming front but not counting my chickens and going to as many interviews as possible. I want him home before all the bank holidays 
