Hi.
Look I’m sorry.
I promise things’ll get back to normal.
Waddya mean ‘normal?’ with those raised eyebrows?
It’s 08.10 now, right?
I’ve got to take Soph to Worcester to catch the train to some place called Lon-Don in a couple of minutes…
Slightly handicapped by me being still in my bathrobe.
Then I have to dash back to the house and prepare for show jumping.
Dash to the yard, get Vin, groom him, tack up, put him in the lorry and drive to Lincomb.
Jump our little bottoms off.
Take him back to the yard and do the usual ‘putting away and grooming things’.
Get me back home.
Record a podcast.
Fall asleep on the couch (prolly).
Wake up, go to bed.
Wake up horribly early.
Get dressed and stuff.
Go to the yard.
Give Vin breakfast, groom him, load up the lorry and take us off to Allenshill for two dressage tests.
Except our first one starts at 09.00 and we need to work in for 40 minutes and then there’s travel time and all that adds to why we need to leave the yard so early.
Afterwards I’ll take him back to the yard, love him up, groom him, turn him out, muck out the lorry, put it away, put the tack away…
Drive home.
Fall asleep (prolly on the couch again).
Wake up when Soph rings.
Go and pick her up.
So not much time in this weekend really.
But please be patient with me.
I’ll get done what I need to get done but it’s just going to take some time.
Ta.
B.