One of this afternoon’s meetings got canned so instead of walking the long mile to my office I bunked off; finished work early, in an unofficial manner.<\/p>\n
By 15.45 I was at the yard shoving a carrot down the reluctant Vin’s throat. Well yes, OK. He wasn’t terribly reluctant at all.<\/p>\n
By 16.15 I’d changed, de-rugged, groomed, tacked up and we were playing in the indoor arena.<\/p>\n
He’s such a lovely boy. The exercises that JP has given us are getting easier; after half an hour of fairly tough work we went in to cool-down mode.<\/p>\n
Back in his stable I untacked, groomed and rugged him up. And shoved another half-dozen carrots down his not-very-reluctant throat.<\/p>\n
Then I came home, fired off a quick email to a band in NYC and Soph came home.<\/p>\n
We kissed and cuddled and she made me open the post and now I’m sitting here surrounded by cards, gifts and money.<\/p>\n
It is my birthday.<\/p>\n
I’m going upstairs for a shower in a moment or two and then I’m being taken out for a meal as a treat, but just for now I don’t want to move, don’t want to disturb a thing.<\/p>\n
I’m just sitting here, surrounded by nice things. I’ve just listened to The Load-Out by Jackson Browne and now I’m listening to the brilliant album from the very talented Steve McGill<\/a>, and feeling just a little emotional.<\/p>\n In an ‘about to burst in to tears’ kind of way.<\/p>\n B<\/strong><\/em>.<\/p>\n p.s. For those who don’t know it, here’s The Load-Out:<\/p>\n