Allegedly I swore at Soph at 4.15am. This doesn’t sound like me at all, does it?
DOES IT??
Good, I knew we’d get the right answer eventually.
I spent all day standing on top of a very high hill on a common in Hampshire, eyeing up clever horses.
It is Tweseldown Horse Trials this weekend (it runs from Thursday to Sunday), and Sammi was competing today.
The girl did good. Actually, she did very good. The show-jumping was a bit of a mire after persistent rain and the cross-country was a little ‘deep’ in places, but she rode very tactfully and kept the lid on a supercharged horse with great skill.
A week tomorrow it’s our turn at OX15 5EX.
We’re going cross-country schooling tomorrow afternoon; Owen’s taking two, Sam is taking hers and there’ll be me and Tom.
The next day I have a show-jumping session with Owen. And another show-jumping session with him on Tuesday.
Monday we’ll school flatwork.
I could do with another cross-country session towards the end of the week but I have to be in Leeds on Wednesday and in Oxford on Thursday, and that wipes those two days out for travelling to another track.
Maybe go cross-country schooling at home on Thursday, if I can squeeze in the time?
Friday I’ll pop Tom around the gallops for a couple of laps.
And that brings us to Saturday, when we do it for real.
I’ve seen the section lists and thankfully none of the five horses from my yard are in the same sections, but it does seem as if most of us will have early start times.
Bummer.
This means that we could all, in theory, be doing our dressage, show-jumping and cross-country at more-or-less the same time.
Oh well.
In other news…
We bumbled our way through another podcast this evening.
Soph makes an unfounded malicious accusation that I swore at her at 4.15 this morning.
And we sing.
It is very bad, this singing.
I’d like to apologise for it right now.
I’m sorry.
There, that’s alright now.
Isn’t it?
“Alleged” swearing isn’t like the real thing though, yeah?
Not sure if I want to tune in for the singing but I may have to just to satisfy my morbid curiosity.
Do you talk in your sleep? My other half does, when he’s been on the piss. He once yelled at me at some stupid hour of the morning, because apparently the sausages were burned. After he’d been shouting for five minutes I thought I should wake him up. So I lamped him. Imagine his delight. Clearly Sophie is far more restrained than me when woken for a bollocking at stupid o’clock.