You know you are getting old "WHEN"

Now if i fall off i sit all the floor and decide if i am dead, then gradually sit up and have a ciggie before getting up, when younger, hit deck and bounce back up, definately dont bounce now.
yes knees give way, walk around bent over like an old woman where back is so stiff, but lucky dont do the wee and wind yet (but i am only 38 not yet 40 so i have 2 more years before that pleasure), also always had small boobs so will never have to worry about them swinging about.
 
You've had a long day at the yard and have spent a relaxing 1/2 hr perusing the Horse and Hound Forum, then you go to get a refill for your glass of wine and your legs wont move, and your back is bent double for 3 paces!
 
OMG!!!!!!!!! am 49 in two weeks time and you lot put me to shame I excercise 7 horses daily muck out turn out bring in and work part time 27hrs per week as a staff nurse and have now bought a treadmill so i can get fitter looking forward to old age and retirement not!!!:D:D:D
 
When you start complaining about how obnoxious a lot (not all...but a lot!) of today's teenagers are...and you're not THAT much older than them!
 
When you enquire deeply as to whether there are any GATES :eek:on a toll ride that might entail getting off..knowing full well you`ll NEVER be able to get back on the bloody horse,who is 15 hands by the way.:confused:
 
Your horse suddenly seems to have grown considerably and you need a winch and a derek to hoist yourself up there coz um, you just can't get your leg over!!!!! (sorry being rude too!).

Also you can't seem to get off in public without causing yourself serious injury and/or embarassment by getting your right knee stuck well and truly over the cantle, with yourself straddled wide legged with a huge split in your jods, in a very ungainly fashion and every young nubile teen in the yard sniggering behind their hands at you!

When you need to make a visit to the osteopath every time you've picked out feet or trimmed fetlocks; it takes an age to get down there and even longer to get back up again.

When fetching hay means a chip of hay rather than a bale coz you'll do your back in if you lift a full bale.

You can remember the day when riding clothes/gadgets & equipment etc were in discreet shades of brown, black or navy only, not fluorescent green, pink, orange and gawd knows what.

You can remember the day when you split your precious pocket money between the latest on colour co-ordinated two-toned plastic browbands (remember the ones with the wrap around plastic tape and you could never figure out exactly how they did it??) and the latest Donny Osmond, Bay City Rollers, or David Cassidy single.

Your grooming kit was far simpler then; consisting of (only) body brush, dandy brush, hoof pick, mane comb, metal curry combe & chammy leather - and nothing else. Plastic curry combs were considered vulger and frowned upon, especially for brushing tails!

You'd think nothing of hacking 8 miles there and 8 miles back from a show, pony club rally, hunting etc.

The version of "bling" then was matching nylon reins plus girths to match, in either red, bright blue, green, or whatever.

When the farrier called you'd pull out a wadge of notes less than twenty quid and still think it broke the bank. Those were the days.

Your version of a "good gallop" meant just that; tear-assing across open country and getting home with mud all over your face; OR the pony would arrive home without you and parents would then have to traipse all over the countryside looking for its cargo which it had ditched. Nowadays your version of a "good gallop" is a few strides of lazy canter, but not too fast coz you've gotta think of your back, which complains loudly if you do too much cantering.

You carried a photo of your pony in your school satchel and gaze at it incessantly - until teacher confiscated said photo; ah some things never change coz I still gotta picture of my boy in my purse!!!
 
...you ignore the make up and perfume counters at Boots and spend hours examining (with your glasses on) the boxes of painkillers and menopause supplements instead.
 
(Do you remember how heavy and awkward New Zealands used to be towards the end of winter?!?)[/QUOTE]

OMG do I remeber them! You had to be built like Tessa Sanderson (ha ha now I am giving my age away) to lift them off the horse :eek: and then drag them onto a rack to dry and then in the summer pressure washing them down and having to warm the wax to re-proof them :eek: Thank god for modern turnouts, also I do remember the plastic browbands, I was so proud to have one in Pony Club colours!! :)
 
I have to put my leg up on a wall to do the zip up on my boots!

If I have to get off on a hack with nappy horse I have to walk what seems like miles to find a bank or big stone to stand on to remount

I cant get down from a stack of hay because my knees wont bend
 
When your leather boots which you bought at 21 no longer fit at 50 coz your calves are too fat, boots are fine though.

Pony Club cap for hunting is no longer 10/6 (sorry 52and a half new pence).

You can't pull manes for too long as it aches to pur your arms in the air.

You tell your daughter that yes you did wear wedge shoes and platforms, maxi dresses, tie dyed shirts and "hot pants" (sometimes all together!).
 
MiJodsR2BlinkinTite said:
Ha ha ha ...... I'm just luvvin this thread. The other thing about getting long in the tooth is that you wish you'd not thrown out your Pullein-Thompson/Pat Smythe etc books (parents insisted as bedroom looked like a crime scene), coz now you could do with a good read.
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Not to mention "my friend Flika , Thunderhead, and the "green grass of Wyoming"Sigh........:confused:
 
Oooh and the Red Pony!
I can't get over all the feed that you can buy today - we used to use oats, bran, maze with sugar beet soak and sometimes we would boil linseed or barley!
The height of convenience was spillers pony nuts!
Sometimes we would drag an ancient chaff cutter out the barn and crank the handle - no health and safety then!
 
alma said:
I have to put my leg up on a wall to do the zip up on my boots!

If I have to get off on a hack with nappy horse I have to walk what seems like miles to find a bank or big stone to stand on to remount

I cant get down from a stack of hay because my knees wont bend
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That ^^^^ lol!
 
When you wake up in the morning thinking you must have been paralysed overnight and then remember that you'd clipped 3 horses the day before.

When you drive the lorry for a couple of hours and can't get out without pre-straightening your limbs.

When you have to sit down to put spurs on.

When it takes several attempts to get that super heavyweight rug onto your 17 hand horse.

When it takes several attempts to get your foot into a sock (What is that all about?)
 
When you have to put your glasses on to zip up full length chaps ...

When a horse your much younger sister has been riding is described as being ridden by an older lady ...

When you remember the days when there was Jackatex (??) riding stuff, ponies were fed an absolute timebomb of feed, none of which affected them as they spent hours hacking to pc/shows/hunting and then miles home again, hardly anyone had a lamanitic pony and oh the bliss of matching nylon reins/girth and I had a VELVET:p covered browband;)

When you remember hacking your pony (minus one shoe probably) 9 miles to the farrier to be shod, clutching the £1 and 5 shillings it cost for a full set.
 
And did any of you have Sindy's horse...this grey one specifically from the 1960s?
http://sindy-our-pedigree-girl-of-the-60s.webs.com/stablemanners.htm

or Patch's pony?
http://www.sindy-collectables.com/index.cfm?articleid=1928
I adored my Patch's pony but he melted his right flank in front of the electric fire one night but was still rideable by Patch! :D

Or a Bonanza horse that had little ballbearings in its hooves so it could go along the floor at speed (supposedly...)

You know you're old when term "vintage" or collectables start being applied to the toys you once had!
 
MochaDun said:
This ^^ I do that a lot :D I think this starts the minute you turn 40, it's fully legal/allowable. Combined with muttering under your breath at youngsters on the yard :D

Plus walking from stable to tack room or feed room but discovering the minute you get there you have forgotten what you were going there for...
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^^ oh THANK GOD !!!! I just thought it was me.....
 
MochaDun said:
And did any of you have Sindy's horse...this grey one specifically from the 1960s?
http://sindy-our-pedigree-girl-of-the-60s.webs.com/stablemanners.htm

or Patch's pony?
http://www.sindy-collectables.com/index.cfm?articleid=1928
I adored my Patch's pony but he melted his right flank in front of the electric fire one night but was still rideable by Patch! :D

Or a Bonanza horse that had little ballbearings in its hooves so it could go along the floor at speed (supposedly...)

You know you're old when term "vintage" or collectables start being applied to the toys you once had!
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I had a sindy riding outfit - I was sure there was a hat with it (circa 1967/8). My sindy had to borrow a palomino horse that had a male western rider. Most terrible position on a horse - she could never get her legs in the right position:D
 
When every step, after sitting on the sofa after a ride, is punctuated by "Ow!".

When it takes you ten minutes to dismount, the time being spent casting an eye round for something to climb off onto, all the time bemoaning having bought such a bl00dy big horse (only 16.3hh).

When you do finally take the plunge (all puns intended! :cool:), the poor horse is in danger of losing bits of her mane, due to you holding on :eek:. Usually not too bad though, if one of your gang of helpers has positioned him/herself in to the back stop position, ready to catch you.

When putting the turnout rug on said horse no longer consists of the smooth and gentle swing that it used to be, but is more of a push and shove and straightening bits out once it's roughly up on top of the long suffering horse.

When you make sure that, before you ride, your legs are clean shaven, you have matching lingerie on, and your socks match and don't have holes in.

When, in the morning, you feel like you need ironing just to stand upright.

When you pay unhorsey child to pick out your horse's hooves, and to do the poo picking.
 
I do feel there is a market for velcro closure boots.

I always used to laugh at my mother for wearing "bunion shoes", I need bunion boots.
 
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