I knew that you were horsey ?

[Tiddlypom]

I'm still chuckling .

I scrubbed up clean this morning with freshly washed hair and donned new jeans and polo shirt, so pretty smart attire for a country bumpkin. I was also wearing proper shoes, not country boots.

I still got found out for being horsey! I was actually casing out a couple of bathroom showrooms with a view to a total refurb of our bath and shower rooms. I think that it was my no nonsense approach to the practicalities of ease of access to the various options on offer as OH and I age. The very helpful sales consultant had a horsey background too and recognised a kindred spirit!

 

[Baywonder]

I get this - horsey people can just tell other horsey people a mile off!

Unless.........are you sure you didn't have a stray piece of hay sticking in your hair at the back.....? ?

 

[PeterNatt]

I was off walking down the pavement to W.H. Smiths in North London one day walking in my usual dream when someone put a hand on my shoulder and asked me to stop.

In front of me was Princess Anne who had just been opening a medical centre and she took one look at me and asked me if I was an 'Equine Person'

(I was wearing the give away blue Puffa jacket which was a standard piece of dress in those days).

 

[tda]

I think the polo shirt gave it away, no female who's not horsey ever wears one ?

 

[Z3bby]

I was meeting someone to sell a shavings fork, a car drove up the road, I said to my OH 'that's them', it was, afterwards my OH asked me how I knew it was them.. I just did
He is not horsey!

 

[GreyDot]

I was meeting someone to sell a shavings fork, a car drove up the road, I said to my OH 'that's them', it was, afterwards my OH asked me how I knew it was them.. I just did
He is not horsey!

My car is a shameful disgrace! I only ever clean it for it's serivce and MOT, the rest of the year, it's a microcosm of the yard

 

[Mrs. Jingle]

We were in France a couple of years back and we were introduced to some other people at a BBQ. The wife said to me 'You have horses haven't you?' Somewhat surprised I replied that I had and how had she guessed.

There was I adorned in all my new holiday gear complete with manicured finger and toe nails, faultless make up and hair, extremely unusual for me. She said it was the way I effortlessly vaulted over a stack of two hay bales to take a short cut to the seating area, without so much as dusting my smart cream coloured trousers off! It turned out she was also a horse owner, remarkable how easily we seem to seek each other out. Oh dear God if she could see me now!?

 

[asmp]

I think the polo shirt gave it away, no female who's not horsey ever wears one ?

At least you were thought to be horsey. I dashed into my local Wickes the other day wearing my RC polo top and other customers kept asking my help as the polo shirt was the same colour as the staff. ?

 

[Mrs. Jingle]

Oh another memory from the other side of the coin back when I lived in Norfolk.

Just before Christmas dashing home from doing the horses I popped into the local very posh upmarket farm shop to get some cream. In my VERY old, VERY smelly Driza- bone two sizes too big stockman's coat. Muddy and very old wellies, hair tied up in something resembling a very wet knot with hay in it, not one of these fashionable arty farty hair knots you see model's using, a good old scruffy get it out of my eyes horse woman's hair knot.

As I barged through the door, torrential rain and wind slamming it shut behind me a very elegant lady in a really smart 'country' tweed coat and cashmere head scarf screeched at me in a cut glass upper notch accent...'Oh thank goodness you must be the 'igg' lady I have been waiting for your delivery' I was somewhat bewildered and all I could say 'Igg' lady what 'igg' lady?' . ''Have you brought the 'iggs' 'she demanded now getting quite haughty with me.

A very embarrassed staff member quickly approached us and explained to her ladyship I was also a customer and not the egg lady with the new delivery of fresh eggs. Give the lady credit, true to her true blue roots, she wasn't phased at all, not even warranted an apology in her opinion or even the hint of a blush. Just a rather disgruntled sniff as she stood to one side to allow me to fetch my cream and pay for it. ??

 

[Spotherisk]

I was off walking down the pavement to W.H. Smiths in North London one day walking in my usual dream when someone put a hand on my shoulder and asked me to stop.

In front of me was Princess Anne who had just been opening a medical centre and she took one look at me and asked me if I was an 'Equine Person'

(I was wearing the give away blue Puffa jacket which was a standard piece of dress in those days).

But why did she stop you!?

 

[Wishfilly]

I agree, it's the polo shirt- I have a couple (mostly ones from events, admittedly) and whenever I wear them I apparently look horsey. Doubly so if they are tucked in.

 

[Ratface]

Oh another memory from the other side of the coin back when I lived in Norfolk.

Just before Christmas dashing home from doing the horses I popped into the local very posh upmarket farm shop to get some cream. In my VERY old, VERY smelly Driza- bone two sizes too big stockman's coat. Muddy and very old wellies, hair tied up in something resembling a very wet knot with hay in it, not one of these fashionable arty farty hair knots you see model's using, a good old scruffy get it out of my eyes horse woman's hair knot.

As I barged through the door, torrential rain and wind slamming it shut behind me a very elegant lady in a really smart 'country' tweed coat and cashmere head scarf screeched at me in a cut glass upper notch accent...'Oh thank goodness you must be the 'igg' lady I have been waiting for your delivery' I was somewhat bewildered and all I could say 'Igg' lady what 'igg' lady?' . ''Have you brought the 'iggs' 'she demanded now getting quite haughty with me.

A very embarrassed staff member quickly approached us and explained to her ladyship I was also a customer and not the egg lady with the new delivery of fresh eggs. Give the lady credit, true to her true blue roots, she wasn't phased at all, not even warranted an apology in her opinion or even the hint of a blush. Just a rather disgruntled sniff as she stood to one side to allow me to fetch my cream and pay for it. ??

Oh, Mrs Jingle, you've just made me snort a mug of tea all down myself! I can just see/hear/see in my mind's eye the scene you described! You should be bottled and sold as a tonic for the gloomy!

 

[DonskiWA]

I was driving out of the hardware store with 6 pine pole in the back of the tray and the check out chick said ‘You’re using those for jump rails aren’t you’. Yep, got me.

 

[Fransurrey]

But why did she stop you!?

Probably the same reason I had to yank my mum back at Windsor. To stop her literally walking into royalty.

 

[Tiddlypom]

I'm laughing at other people's experience of being outed!

I agree, it's the polo shirt- I have a couple (mostly ones from events, admittedly) and whenever I wear them I apparently look horsey. Doubly so if they are tucked in.

Guilty as charged that the polo shirt was tucked in ! I ummed and erred about that, but went for tucking it in so that I wasn't in danger of showing a midriff gap when wrestling with various bath and shower fitments .

The polo came from Sainsbury's though, so not one of the horsey brands.