I am a tramp..

Hippona

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So.....OH asked me to nip to the supermmarket on the way home from the yard....he's on night shifts and it was his turn to take in the pies ( don't ask)

.....dirty jeans, yard boots.....jacket with a covering of accumulated yard debris- hair on end. As I stood picking god knows what out from under my nails the lady at the checkout smiled and asked politely if I liked pasties.....I surveyed the conveyor belt- it was full of bags of meat pies...not a vegetable in sight......I hastily explained they were for my OH to take to work......then I realised she must have thought it was his lunch every day for the next week, not a one-off..........
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Then I ran away....
 
Aww Poppy nothing wrong with that at all. Since buying my horsey my family are lucky if I cook for them at all but since the youngest is now 18 I figure they are old enough to manage themselves.

As for appearance well I am totally with you on that one, most of the time I walk into the supermarket after visiting Bess looking like wurzel gummidge (can anyone remember him?). Hair sticking out, covered in sh*t, nails flithy etc. but on the up side soon it will be bonfire night so I am considering offering to be some kids "Guy" outside said supermarket and splitting the procedes with him?

Anyways have a hug and dont worry.

Boo x
 
Lol! Reminds me of when I was sent this year at Easter to get Eggs for everyone at home and the lambing staff. Had been a really bad night, I was filthy, looked shattered and had very bad hair. We had had a flood and everyone was exhausted. I bought 22 chocolate eggs and nothing else, the check-out girl just stared at me in disbelief...I also ran away as fast as I could!
 
Thats ok, apparantly I am a strange tramp, it seems that no men ride where I live so "popping into the co-op" for something for tea after being at the yard always causes a stir. Not sure it is the sight the smell or both
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I remember Wurzel Gummidge! I even had the dolls. I'm getting used to looking like a tramp now. I liv ein the centre of Bath where everyone is botoxed and gorgeous and sometimesI feel like hanging a sign around m neck as I walk home. "I'm meant to look like this, I ride!".
 
oh i get this all the time...I always end up shopping straight frn yard so am in smelly dirty-ish clothes and I never notice the smell i've got used to that but OH tells me when were walking round that I honk...well it just means I get served quicker then as no-one will come near me!LOL
 
I always manage to go to our local schop just as they're closing. They mop the floor and then I walk in in my muddy wellies. I feel like I should take them off at the door!
 
the nearest town to where I live people are completely unused to the sight of any1 who's hobby does not involve a park bench and a bottle of white lightening!! Que some very funny looks!!
 
I went into town with my mum and sister last night, straight from the yard, and mum wouldn't walk near me because she didn't want to be seen with a smelly girl in dirty jodhpurs.
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I just took solace in the fact that most of the little girls we walked past were probably staring in jealousy like I always used to stare at anyone wearing riding clothes (back before my parents would let me have riding lessons!).
 
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