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MECHANIC!
He's not a fit farrier, he doesn't prance around in chaps and big work boots looking all sweaty and farriery... but he does fix my car (which, incidentally is now MUCH nicer to drive... it doesn't judder like a motherbitch when I go over 60, and no longer drags me to the left...good times), he does have a WONDERFUL staffie puppy who is so sweet I might just have to eat her up or squish her till she goes pop, he loves my horses and even offered to do them for me today so that I could go to hospital, he does drive for nearly an hour to see me for ten minutes (and tell me that I smell like I've been dragged through a horses digestive system... sweet.), and he's a rugby player, so built like a brick shithouse, which means that he has no issues with lifting metal gates off their hinges and moving them a zillion times because I'm being indecisive...
Fit Farrier came today...
he came, he shod, he left
He was beautiful throughout, his dog was her usual wonderful self, my horses were only a tiiinnyyy bit pillock esque, and he was generally delightful. I think I managed to pull off "99% normal, 1% blithering idiot" quite successfully... and I now know when the new Kings of Leon album comes out, which, when push comes to wallop, is all that really matters.
Now please excuse me while I toddle off to hospital to admit that I may have broken my foot and it was in fact very very silly to pop a zillion co-codamol and then go cubbing on it this morning and jump lots of gates...
Ow in the extreme.
He's not a fit farrier, he doesn't prance around in chaps and big work boots looking all sweaty and farriery... but he does fix my car (which, incidentally is now MUCH nicer to drive... it doesn't judder like a motherbitch when I go over 60, and no longer drags me to the left...good times), he does have a WONDERFUL staffie puppy who is so sweet I might just have to eat her up or squish her till she goes pop, he loves my horses and even offered to do them for me today so that I could go to hospital, he does drive for nearly an hour to see me for ten minutes (and tell me that I smell like I've been dragged through a horses digestive system... sweet.), and he's a rugby player, so built like a brick shithouse, which means that he has no issues with lifting metal gates off their hinges and moving them a zillion times because I'm being indecisive...
Fit Farrier came today...
he came, he shod, he left
He was beautiful throughout, his dog was her usual wonderful self, my horses were only a tiiinnyyy bit pillock esque, and he was generally delightful. I think I managed to pull off "99% normal, 1% blithering idiot" quite successfully... and I now know when the new Kings of Leon album comes out, which, when push comes to wallop, is all that really matters.
Now please excuse me while I toddle off to hospital to admit that I may have broken my foot and it was in fact very very silly to pop a zillion co-codamol and then go cubbing on it this morning and jump lots of gates...
Ow in the extreme.
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