Baywonder
Well-Known Member
I do get odd looks when I tell people that my husband comes home from work smelling of leather.....
Well, goodness.
1). In tesco, ran into a horsey friend, and having both finished shopping, we queued together while we chatted. As we waited, we were discussing cleaning stuff. I said I ran my bits through the dishwasher every now and then, for a deep clean, but have to remember to rinse them well afterwards, as he complains they taste funny if I don't. Bloke behind us almost choked. I guess he didn't know about bits.
Only 18”? That sounds a bit short.Don't ever Google 18 inch black girth whilst at work ?
It was for a little Shetland ?Only 18”? That sounds a bit short.
Same here, except the problem muggles are my landlord and landlady ?Have never managed to successfully explain to a muggle how feeding a single carrot in the field can turn a pony from a friendly pet into a pushy, entitled, biting fiend.
2). Did a favour for a friend who had a lorry with knackered ramp springs. She really struggled to get the ramp up with just her lifting, and though replacement springs would help. I said I'd look online and see what I could find. I took the make of the lorry, and the size etc. I googled Man parts. Didn't get what I was expecting.
Tell her you are out for a ride first thing Xmas morning while the roads are quietMy hairdresser said (it was a few weeks before Christmas) that at least I wouldn’t need to go to the ponies. She was genuinely shocked when I replied that of course I’d be there on Christmas Day. And in the evening. And Boxing Day..... not sure how she thought they would put themselves to bed or be turned out in the morning
The joy of working with non-horsey colleagues.
Him: 'This apple is rank - I'm going to bin it.'
Me: 'No don't - I'll have it for my horse.'
Him: 'The horse won't want it - I've taken a bite out of it.'
Me: 'Trust me - the horse won't mind.'
Him: 'Do they like apples then?'
Me: 'Yes, and squirrels when they can catch them.'
Him: 'Really?'
Me: 'No - you're a cock.'
It was that sort of workplace.
I've told this story before but it's a good one so I'll take the opportunity. A friend brought her son to see Ebony, my old boy. We got him in from the field and, as Eb always did, he had a wee when he got into his stable. The little boy was fascinated by this and afterwards exclaimed very loudly (the yard was pretty busy at the time) "Mummy he's got a fold-away willy, can I have one?"....that time when I absent-mindedly started cleaning my geldings' sheath and pick gunk off his fifth leg while being amidst a kids' camp that was going on at the yard that day. Then, a childs' innocent voice woke me up like a cold shower - "Mommy, what is the lady doing to the horsies' peepee?"