Hello, all, would love to say lots to catch up with y'all, but I am fucking shagged. (Can I say that here without people tutting?) I have done a 9-5 day in the office with 1 and a half hours parked on the M4 at each end. Only half an hour for lunch. Now my brain aches. What people don't appreciate is, like anything, flying is so easy when you know how. 16 weeks pregnant though, is no time to be trying to start a new job. Gah, I hate offices!
So briefly; Switty chin up girl, (I'm not the huggy type.) Hopefully it will all just turn out to be the first thing in a lifetime of things children do to scare us shitless.
Rots tis me! I need to get a new pic. I look fat in that one . Yar, like I don't look fat now!
Pony twas at Tilstock. Looking at their website now though, OH's mate is off their chart - both height and weight!
Cas congrats! Now panic at all the packing (Baaaad memories of trying to pack up our rented house single handedly having just had a C section and OH couldn't help because he was busy trying to make sure new house had electricity and water! None of that this time round, thank you!)
Ski gawd knows what you could do. But while riding neddies is nice, it sure don't pay much. Perhaps better to find a job that earns you stack loads of cash and do less of it, thus having lots of time to play with ponies? I am sure something maths-y would fit that bill, but my cousin and a friend both do equine physio and seem to make a pretty pay packet. And get to gossip about ponies all day.
Okidoke. Off to slump now.