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Now we all know how much I adore my farrier... and that my shameless morag wafting and hair swishing and general slagging it about in front of him while he tries to work, has got me NOWHERE. We also know that he has a person of the morag wielding variety of his own, and is too decent to have swept me off my mounting block and done wicked things to me in the hay loft (yet!
) while she's still around.
So...
I am taking off my tweed coat and morag tassles, and hanging up my wellies.
I'm not a fan of the morag wafting, grape eating, hair swishing, red bottomed idiot that I've become. So next time he comes to shoe my horses, I shall be all made of ice and stone, and I will NOT guffaw and turn into a blushing pile of goo when he says anything nice. Or smiles that smile that makes my knees go all funny... I shall just talk to his loverly dog, and try and persuade myself that having a mechanic is much more useful than having a farrier...
My initial plan was to invite him to a terribly classy champagne and fish and chips moment that I'm having on Friday to celebrate taking over my new yard... but instead I shall put my red bottom away, talk to people like a normal human being who can have a whole conversation without dribbling, and just wish he was there with his big arms and his fantastic sense of humour...and his ***** tendencies instead!
I have not yet told my dogs... this is going to be difficult, but I'm sure they'll move on - the mechanic has a dog of the same breed as Mr Fit, so they'll get over it eventually I'm sure.
You never know... I might come bounding in here one day shrieking about the fact that he strapped on a pair, sorted himself out and swept me off my mounting block
So...
I am taking off my tweed coat and morag tassles, and hanging up my wellies.
I'm not a fan of the morag wafting, grape eating, hair swishing, red bottomed idiot that I've become. So next time he comes to shoe my horses, I shall be all made of ice and stone, and I will NOT guffaw and turn into a blushing pile of goo when he says anything nice. Or smiles that smile that makes my knees go all funny... I shall just talk to his loverly dog, and try and persuade myself that having a mechanic is much more useful than having a farrier...
My initial plan was to invite him to a terribly classy champagne and fish and chips moment that I'm having on Friday to celebrate taking over my new yard... but instead I shall put my red bottom away, talk to people like a normal human being who can have a whole conversation without dribbling, and just wish he was there with his big arms and his fantastic sense of humour...and his ***** tendencies instead!
I have not yet told my dogs... this is going to be difficult, but I'm sure they'll move on - the mechanic has a dog of the same breed as Mr Fit, so they'll get over it eventually I'm sure.
You never know... I might come bounding in here one day shrieking about the fact that he strapped on a pair, sorted himself out and swept me off my mounting block