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I'm here and I'm feeling VERY SORRY FOR MYSELF.
I went to the pub ALL ALONEY ON MY OWNY. Because my darling dogs decided that they would go for a little walk.... FOR SEVEN AND A HALF HOURS. Cue me having a complete heart attack because I was supposed to leave work at 3 having washed three for cubbing, walked hound puppies etc etc etc... and at ten to three when he phoned, they still weren't back.
Soooo... after lots of phone calls which mainly involved him making soothing (and somewhat sarcastic) cheery uppy "don't worry, Mole isn't dead he's just a ****" noises, my mother made him a cup of tea and held my mare for him. He then called AGAIN to tell me that I'm an arse and he could tell I was having a panic about Mole and the fact that I'd messed him around, and that I should stop worrying 'cause he wasn't pissed off at all.
This is all fine and dandy, but I didn't get to do any wafting
On a brighter note, he rang yesterday to tell me that he'd be with me at 3 (which he could have put in a text, but didn't ) and we chatted for about half an hour... after which he rang off by saying "love you long time" at which point I had a raging dither attack and turned into the blushing blob creature from planet idiot.. and said "GUFFAW.. BYEEEEEEEE" in my most spectacular idiot voice.
My mother also did some digging and has decided that he talks about me rather a lot, and knows far too much about me to be a totally uninterested person... he has also decided that we're all going out for drinkies (him, me, fit flat mate) soon.
So my next farrier snaring opportunites are either next Thursday when he comes to do two sets, or sometime at the end of this week when he and fit flatmate come to pick up a horse they're buying from us...
I LOVE HIM AND MY DOG IS A POO.
I require an ENORMOUS amount of sympathy, and if you would like to add me on facebook you're more than welcome to, but you MUST tell me I'm beautiful and bound to snag him soon. (Actually... only say that if you mean it, I don't want any false hope. I feel like I should be in Sense and Sensibility falling over in the rain and doing a lot of sobbing).
POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
I went to the pub ALL ALONEY ON MY OWNY. Because my darling dogs decided that they would go for a little walk.... FOR SEVEN AND A HALF HOURS. Cue me having a complete heart attack because I was supposed to leave work at 3 having washed three for cubbing, walked hound puppies etc etc etc... and at ten to three when he phoned, they still weren't back.
Soooo... after lots of phone calls which mainly involved him making soothing (and somewhat sarcastic) cheery uppy "don't worry, Mole isn't dead he's just a ****" noises, my mother made him a cup of tea and held my mare for him. He then called AGAIN to tell me that I'm an arse and he could tell I was having a panic about Mole and the fact that I'd messed him around, and that I should stop worrying 'cause he wasn't pissed off at all.
This is all fine and dandy, but I didn't get to do any wafting
On a brighter note, he rang yesterday to tell me that he'd be with me at 3 (which he could have put in a text, but didn't ) and we chatted for about half an hour... after which he rang off by saying "love you long time" at which point I had a raging dither attack and turned into the blushing blob creature from planet idiot.. and said "GUFFAW.. BYEEEEEEEE" in my most spectacular idiot voice.
My mother also did some digging and has decided that he talks about me rather a lot, and knows far too much about me to be a totally uninterested person... he has also decided that we're all going out for drinkies (him, me, fit flat mate) soon.
So my next farrier snaring opportunites are either next Thursday when he comes to do two sets, or sometime at the end of this week when he and fit flatmate come to pick up a horse they're buying from us...
I LOVE HIM AND MY DOG IS A POO.
I require an ENORMOUS amount of sympathy, and if you would like to add me on facebook you're more than welcome to, but you MUST tell me I'm beautiful and bound to snag him soon. (Actually... only say that if you mean it, I don't want any false hope. I feel like I should be in Sense and Sensibility falling over in the rain and doing a lot of sobbing).
POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.