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Would you like a potted version of my sorry tale so far?

Here goes...

1) Met and drooled over INCREDIBLY sexy farrier

2) Shameless morag wafting and slagging around, along with muchos digging to find out if he had a trout

3) Presence of a trout confirmed

4) Found a mechanic with a nice dog and big arms, bit more slagging about and welly dancing

5) Humiliated myself to the max in "would you like a sausage" incident with Fit Farrier...

6) Fit Farrier not texting me every day, leading us to believe that said sausage incident was in fact worse than first thought...

7) Put head in bucket of whelks to suck out the pain

8) Went and had hair dyed, ended up in hospital, almost died

9) Got let out of ICU, freaked myself out, almost died again, got hooked up to permanent supply of happy drugs and sedatives

10) Out of hospital, still in muchos pain, still adore the farrier, still have a ridiculous heart beat and feel like someone is choking me the whole time, still being pumped full of drugolas, look like I've been taking part in bare knuckle boxing, feel like I've been run over by a truck and then had rainbows put into my veins... and Fit Farrier is coming to do my horses on Thursday.

11) My name is Starzaan, and I feel very sorry for myself.


The end.
 
Oh dear petal! You aren't having a very good time, are you?

Maybe fit farrier will come over all protective and rescue you from the whelks...:o
 
Sadly I got limited sympathy... although don't think he knows that I almost popped my wellies....

He just complained about the fact that I never make him bacon sandwiches....
 
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