Typical - missed a very busy weekend in the tearoom and didn't manage to send out any not very cryptic messages for anyone wanting to go to a concert in London.... Never mind. Concert went well, apart from the 2nd horn and 2nd double bass both being, clearly, desperate to get the concert finished so that they can get to the pub, so some bits went faster than certain sections (Ok, most, including the conductor) of the orchestra really wanted... sounds and but probably most people in the audience wouldn't have noticed!
I'm also feeling a bit about this year so far. When dh gets a job things will, hopefully, return to a slightly more even keel. I do hope so at least.
And I'm not going to speculate who is who in RL - I'm quite happy getting on with all of you in the tearoom and that's all that really matters here isn't it!
I don't know how many horses I've ridden - certainly lots. I did quite impress the riding holiday people once - I was on the 2nd fastest pony in the stable (instructor on fastest) - and out on a 1/2 day ride with more people than just the ones on the full week's holiday. Another pony thought that she should be 2nd rather than mine - and kept on bumping into me - despite her rider being asked by the instructor not to let her do it... Ponies all knew the various rides (and what speed they did where) intimately. Coming up for a canter (fast, working canter!!!) my pony got barged again - and took off with the other one following - every time I managed to get her to slow down the other one started catching up and she got going again, but I did manage to pull her up. Instructor was truly that I'd managed to pull her up and trotted back to where the rest of the ride was waiting .
Oh - then there was the pony I borrowed from someone in the village who would shy at nothing and go a good 2 - 3 m one way or other with no warning when up on the downs... Then there was the highland mare that I had on half-lease who decided that she wanted to run off with me so stuck her head up in the air and got going - I had no way of getting her head in as it was 'in line' with her neck, and I was having to try to steer on a rutted track which was more worrying - but she gave up (I think she heard the laughing at the complete ridiculousness of the situation given that she wasn't looking and was supposedly carting me off but I was still doing the steering!). But I never took the ex racehorse onto grass.... I think I might have been taken for a real run then - and she was ridden only in leathers that was no fun at all.
Can I have a glass of something kept cool for when I return from my choir rehearsal?