Hovis_and_SidsMum
Well-Known Member
Dear diary
I am melting to death. What is with the man upstairs? Its coming to winter so we all know to grow thick coats to keep us warm (well that is until mother decides to clip it all off but thats a different story). So why now I have my designer jacket growing nicely does he turn up the temperature? How would he like running about in thermals in a heat wave? Its totally unsporting.
This horrendous weather has not stopped mum working me nearly every day this week much to my utter disgust. On Monday we did flat work which I reluctantly behaved for and showed off my rein back, nifty turn on the forehand and shoulder in. Mum was heard muttering why can I do all that and yet a canter on the right rein without motor biking seems to be beyond me. Thats simple mum because motor biking is FUN!
As I had behaved on Monday I decided to remind her that shes not Carl Nester by point blank refusing to do any of the above on Tuesday. I was hot, I was grumpy and I didnt want to. So I didnt. Which was a mistake because mother is nothing if not persistent. One of these days I will remember that sometimes its easier to just give in and get it over and done with rather than fight with mum for twice as long in a ménage so hot the lizards were refusing to walk in it.
On Wednesday mum decided to take me out for a hack with Hot Stepper and Aunty Sarah. Other than the fact it was hot enough to fry eggs on the road it was ok although I was sweating harder than an Eskimo at a barbeque. Hot Stepper is one of these annoying doesnt sweat just glows types but that is possibly because he is a girl. He managed to walk over the train line twice without wetting himself and from the fuss that was made youd think the dude had won at that Burghley place. I do that all the time and no one makes a fuss of me? To be honest I was too hot and bothered to jump every time Hot Stepper did (mostly due to worms breathing on the continent or a pigeon passing wind in Putney) so mum was very pleased with me. To be quite honest I was too hot to care. The ice cold shower when we got home was for once most welcome although I was a tad alarmed that the dude seemed to think wed shower together. Ive not been so wary since my ex brother Fancy pants man hugged me from behind. HS does seem to like the ladies but he also girlie screams the minute Im out of sight which is a trifle embarrassing. How can I get him to man up?
I had the day off yesterday and this morning am out in sweltering temperatures with my man Billy. He man sweats like I do so were likely to look like two melting horse lollies when we get back. Mum did mention clipping me this weekend so for once Im all for it.
Anyway thank you to those of you who saw mum at the Bransby party last Sunday. She said she had a good day and she sold quite a few of my books. Apparently people were asking when shes writing the next one. Can we just be clear here? I write it not mum. Shes just my typist and PA. Sheesh. The answer is Im writing it as we speak so it should be out early next year. Mum said loads of people took pictures of my cardboard fake me which of course is nowhere near as handsome as the real deal and said lots of nice things about me. Im apparently going to do a guest appearance at some game show in a few weeks time (Im not sure if its Who wants to be a Moorlands Dorrito or MasterHorse?) and then mum is going to that cult place in November. Anyhow I have to think of a specialist subject for this game show. Im thinking the fine mares I have known or carrots of the world or the ingredients of pasture mix. What do you think? Old Tom says Im getting confused and that its just a show where people come to look at country things but what does he know? Hes old and a TB. Need I say more?
Anyway Im off to do some quick research on the fine mares I have known category and then trying to hide to avoid going out in this oven. If I dont write next week you know I melted like a Popsicle in a frying pan. Its been nice knowing you .
I am melting to death. What is with the man upstairs? Its coming to winter so we all know to grow thick coats to keep us warm (well that is until mother decides to clip it all off but thats a different story). So why now I have my designer jacket growing nicely does he turn up the temperature? How would he like running about in thermals in a heat wave? Its totally unsporting.
This horrendous weather has not stopped mum working me nearly every day this week much to my utter disgust. On Monday we did flat work which I reluctantly behaved for and showed off my rein back, nifty turn on the forehand and shoulder in. Mum was heard muttering why can I do all that and yet a canter on the right rein without motor biking seems to be beyond me. Thats simple mum because motor biking is FUN!
As I had behaved on Monday I decided to remind her that shes not Carl Nester by point blank refusing to do any of the above on Tuesday. I was hot, I was grumpy and I didnt want to. So I didnt. Which was a mistake because mother is nothing if not persistent. One of these days I will remember that sometimes its easier to just give in and get it over and done with rather than fight with mum for twice as long in a ménage so hot the lizards were refusing to walk in it.
On Wednesday mum decided to take me out for a hack with Hot Stepper and Aunty Sarah. Other than the fact it was hot enough to fry eggs on the road it was ok although I was sweating harder than an Eskimo at a barbeque. Hot Stepper is one of these annoying doesnt sweat just glows types but that is possibly because he is a girl. He managed to walk over the train line twice without wetting himself and from the fuss that was made youd think the dude had won at that Burghley place. I do that all the time and no one makes a fuss of me? To be honest I was too hot and bothered to jump every time Hot Stepper did (mostly due to worms breathing on the continent or a pigeon passing wind in Putney) so mum was very pleased with me. To be quite honest I was too hot to care. The ice cold shower when we got home was for once most welcome although I was a tad alarmed that the dude seemed to think wed shower together. Ive not been so wary since my ex brother Fancy pants man hugged me from behind. HS does seem to like the ladies but he also girlie screams the minute Im out of sight which is a trifle embarrassing. How can I get him to man up?
I had the day off yesterday and this morning am out in sweltering temperatures with my man Billy. He man sweats like I do so were likely to look like two melting horse lollies when we get back. Mum did mention clipping me this weekend so for once Im all for it.
Anyway thank you to those of you who saw mum at the Bransby party last Sunday. She said she had a good day and she sold quite a few of my books. Apparently people were asking when shes writing the next one. Can we just be clear here? I write it not mum. Shes just my typist and PA. Sheesh. The answer is Im writing it as we speak so it should be out early next year. Mum said loads of people took pictures of my cardboard fake me which of course is nowhere near as handsome as the real deal and said lots of nice things about me. Im apparently going to do a guest appearance at some game show in a few weeks time (Im not sure if its Who wants to be a Moorlands Dorrito or MasterHorse?) and then mum is going to that cult place in November. Anyhow I have to think of a specialist subject for this game show. Im thinking the fine mares I have known or carrots of the world or the ingredients of pasture mix. What do you think? Old Tom says Im getting confused and that its just a show where people come to look at country things but what does he know? Hes old and a TB. Need I say more?
Anyway Im off to do some quick research on the fine mares I have known category and then trying to hide to avoid going out in this oven. If I dont write next week you know I melted like a Popsicle in a frying pan. Its been nice knowing you .
