We’re going out. No we’re not…

We were going to the cinema to see The Lovely Bones this evening.

But Soph, who wants to see the film, has decided she’d like to have a Saturday evening in, instead.

3.30 The Mummy Returns erm… bed
5.30 Total Wipeout
6.30 You’ve Been Framed!
7.30 TV Burp

What’s not to like here?

Add a Chinese takeaway to the mix and you have a Jones Night In par excellence.

Anyway.

How did today’s cross-country clinic go?

Absofuckinlutely topmost brilliant!

We had a distinct lack of brakes throughout and Tom was slightly nappy towards the other horse for the first 10 minutes.

But having overcome the latter, we flew over even the scariest, most frighteningly-designed fences as confidently as we cleared the walls, ditches, coffins, steps and trakeheners – and even jumped related fences at some very testing, ungenerous angles.

Yes it was a little too quick.

But how lovely it was to sit on a flying horse and feel oh so confident about pushing him in to a bigger stride at a seriously challenging fence?

Lovely beyond words.

So there’s a change of plan.

Tom and I are going off with Owen and two of his horses, Sam and her horse, Sammi and two of hers and Milly and another of Sammi’s – cross-country schooling at Swalcliffe Park…

Erm…

Tomorrow.