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Carinthia.xx
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Carinthia.xx
I predict ElbowsâŚ
ETA: told you!
<<---------->> Me Elbows
Carinthia.xx
Buzzes in surreptitiously
Soo (who narrowly escaped being squished under hooves/wheels by horse/ cart, today) xx
How did that (nearly) happen?
Horses absolutely hate treading on people when they are on the move: people are squishy, which makes for bad footing.
Long, long ago, when hay harvests were brought in on a wain with a bit extending out over the horses, it was about to come on to rain so the four carthorses were cantering home, and my sainted Ma was riding excitedly right at the front of the load and fell off. She landed in front of all four horses and the wain, and was unhurt (apart from being bruised by landing on the track) because they all lifted their feet over her and the wheels went past on either side.
(And the general reaction was âdonât tell your mother, it will only upset her.â Granny had a Heart, you see, so none of her eight children ever told her anything about the madly dangerous things they got up to, and Grandfather actively colluded in sorting out the mess and keeping it quiet so that she wouldnât have to be upset.)
Four people were driving a horse and cart at speed along the lane we usually walk. I think that their combined weight was probably too much for the horse and he started to pull. The people were either flung out, or dived out of the cart because the horse - going like a freight train - turned around and hurtled towards us. We dived into the undergrowth and were more concerned about the wildly careening cart (there is a wooden bridge which was a bit gouged and marked with orange paint) than we were about the horse trampling us. We were informed that the horse took himself home and there were no obvious casualties on our walk back.
Soo xx
Goodness! Alarming for Bees, that kind of thing, and I do not Hold With It. I am very glad that you and the poor horse are unscathed, while wishing that the eejits formerly occupying the cart had been very scathed indeed.
Knowing the Boss Man azz we do, I think that the eejits will have been thoroughly scathed, nay, excoriated. At least two of them were sent away from the livery yard, as they passed us in a car and they looked quite weepy.
Anyhoo - BBQ! Is there owt left?
Soo xx
Well, thatâs something, I suppose; not a patch on compound fractures, though.
AttaGus.
Soo xx
Blimey, Soo
Not wot one expects ovvan Monday afternoonâŚ
I am still on hold with TalkTalk Agent number 3
Numbers 1 & 2 hung up on meâŚ
Steam is risingâŚ
Carinthia.xx

More glasses are available. Bloody Mondays, eh?
Soo xx
âTalkTalk: if you give up before we run out of phone drones, we win.â
[fevvery hugs]
Meanwhile I have managed to drop and shatter on the tiled bathroom floor the china light-pull handle (no idea if they have a proper name) by the door â thatâll teach me to try to clean the unutterably grimy cord immediately above it! I think perhaps either metal or wood next time, except metal would probably shatter the tiles below when it fell, as it inevitably would in the end.
So I have done a certain amount of shard-huntingâŚ
Then I wish them a pilonidal sinus each, and bits of shell in their scrambled eggs.
Feeling particularly savage today; possibly itâs the weather.
I think I have a wooden one. Will search.
< suspiciously > Are those the ones with tomato juice in?
At the moment, we have a wooden curtain-ring standing in for a light-pull, which will do the job ok but looks Peculiar.
(Give it a couple of months and it will look normal, thoughâŚ)
Hopes that Gus is not called up for jury duty anytime soonâŚ
Soo xx
The only person I ever knew who did jury duty did it in the States and later told us a complicated story about a murder committed by a man who was convicted because the bullet in his victim was a match for one which he had used to shoot a sump pump when his cellar flooded the month before the murder. He threw away that gun and got another, which he claimed was the only one heâd ever owned, but his story cut no ice with the jury.
As our friend said, the moral is donât lose your temper and go shooting your sump pump.