rosiesowner
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Took Chilli for a quick spin around the fields last night. Couldn't be bothered getting my boots out of their box and individual bags; yes, I'm a saddo, I know. So decided to ride in my dubarrys. On our way out of the yard I thought to myself 'hey, Harriet, if you fall off your foot will probably get stuck'. About 300m from home, as we rode past someone's garden (I was wearing hi-vis and I know they will have been able to see me) they started a drill or some other similarly loud device! Chilli promptly pooed her big thoroughbred knickers and span and shot off. Me, being the relaxed sack of potatoes I am out hacking these days promptly decked it. My right foot got stuck and twisted in my stirrup as I came off. Lovely feeling.
On my way down I distinctly remember thinking a) a deluge of bad language b) not the hat! ANYTHING BUT MY HAT. Turns out I'm even more protective of my shiny KEP than I thought. Well, I suppose that my healthcare is free, but frankly at the moment I could barely afford to replace a button on a coat, let alone a £350 skid lid!!
Anyhow, after giving my response to this wonderful, considerate person ("Oh mate yeah!! ********** brilliant idea that was, my horse ********** loves drills!"), wherein my best Yorkshire accent came out to play, I got up and started following my horse as she made her way back home.
The worst walk of shame.
Her reins were over her head and I could see she had stood on something. SNAP. She continued trotting merrily off.
OH GOD, NOT THE BRIDLE, I BL**DY LOVE THAT BRIDLE.
As it turns out, it was not the bridle. It was in fact her reins. And so I made the walk (hobble) of shame home with these in my hands after I found them.
My high quality, beautiful (ebay bought) reins. Hmm, probably won't be buying £5 reins again if I can afford it! My good friend came running to meet me after Chilli had been received at home. "I've got my reins!" I chanted, victoriously. It was becoming increasingly apparent, however, that I did not have the health of my right foot and ankle. Back at the yard, I found my horse who had kindly been untacked and tied up for me.
But it wasn't over yet. I still had to do all my jobs. I found a wheelbarrow, a skip bucket and a poo glove and hobbled back over to Chilli's stable. As I was sitting on the floor mucking out with my hands because I was in too much pain to stand up, it occurred to me that this probably wasn't the best situation to be in and there was only one person who I could call. One person who could save the day... MUMMY! So by the time I had finished mucking out, she was there like an angel from above, glowing as she went about helping me finish my jobs.
I went and had x-rays this morning and luckily there is no break. Unfortunately though, I have torn my Talus ligament which means no work for at least a week and no riding either.
So yep, feeling a little bit sorry for myself...
On my way down I distinctly remember thinking a) a deluge of bad language b) not the hat! ANYTHING BUT MY HAT. Turns out I'm even more protective of my shiny KEP than I thought. Well, I suppose that my healthcare is free, but frankly at the moment I could barely afford to replace a button on a coat, let alone a £350 skid lid!!
Anyhow, after giving my response to this wonderful, considerate person ("Oh mate yeah!! ********** brilliant idea that was, my horse ********** loves drills!"), wherein my best Yorkshire accent came out to play, I got up and started following my horse as she made her way back home.
The worst walk of shame.
Her reins were over her head and I could see she had stood on something. SNAP. She continued trotting merrily off.
OH GOD, NOT THE BRIDLE, I BL**DY LOVE THAT BRIDLE.
As it turns out, it was not the bridle. It was in fact her reins. And so I made the walk (hobble) of shame home with these in my hands after I found them.
My high quality, beautiful (ebay bought) reins. Hmm, probably won't be buying £5 reins again if I can afford it! My good friend came running to meet me after Chilli had been received at home. "I've got my reins!" I chanted, victoriously. It was becoming increasingly apparent, however, that I did not have the health of my right foot and ankle. Back at the yard, I found my horse who had kindly been untacked and tied up for me.
But it wasn't over yet. I still had to do all my jobs. I found a wheelbarrow, a skip bucket and a poo glove and hobbled back over to Chilli's stable. As I was sitting on the floor mucking out with my hands because I was in too much pain to stand up, it occurred to me that this probably wasn't the best situation to be in and there was only one person who I could call. One person who could save the day... MUMMY! So by the time I had finished mucking out, she was there like an angel from above, glowing as she went about helping me finish my jobs.
I went and had x-rays this morning and luckily there is no break. Unfortunately though, I have torn my Talus ligament which means no work for at least a week and no riding either.
So yep, feeling a little bit sorry for myself...
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