Broken

It's half term, with lots of lovely horsey events booked for Beloved Daughter at the pony club.

On the last school day, I drive home and just as I reach the garden gate there's a terrible stench and smoke pours out of the front of Bill, the Shogun. I leap out before he explodes - he's petrol so he'll go up big and fast.  The nice man from the AA joins us for breakfast and follows me to Super Sexy Dick's garage, where the problem turns out to be simple stuck brake.

The next day, Beloved Daughter is entered for the Intermediate Trec competition, which includes some people who represent Great Britain.  I've organised it like this so that our slots are at about the same time, for efficiency.  Beloved Daughter comes fourth out of six - not bad!  We also enter the Pairs together - it is a very special thing to be able to participate in the same sport as your offspring. The weather has an extraordinary window and it is just beautiful riding across Woodborough Common.
 
The next day is a funride and another early start.  While I cook our guests breakfast, Sashka prepares the horses for Lady Muck (me) and her daughter.  We are just about to set out through the horizontal lashing rain, to discover the trailer has a puncture.  Ever resourceful Sashka swaps the wheel, and we are still early for the start. Beloved Daughter's pony, Warrior, decides he is in charge, and he'll go wherever he likes, at his own pace - the gallop. On a scale of 1 - 10, one being a disaster and ten being brilliant, the day scores three.

After that is a showjumping lesson, oversubscribed and booked three months ago for £20.  Bill overheats at the top of the hill and Beloved Daughter has to ride home, while I am visited by the AA man again.  This time it is a simple leaking radiator.

The next day is a Fun Ride of around eighty horses.  I have been looking forward to this for months.  I'm all dressed up and ready to go, to find that my wonderful mare, Panda, has lost a shoe, so it's a no go.

So, instead I drive to Newton Abbot to collect Revered Son from the station after his daily parties of sex, drugs and rocknroll, or whatever they have instead these days, and Bill hardly moves, going through half a tank of petrol, and overheating again on the hills, as a funny orange light flashes.  I limp into Super Sexy Dick's again and collect Marvin, who is still without a clutch.

So much for Beloved Daughter's next horsey event booked for tomorrow.  We'll never get there now.  I hope it pours.

Next time I might buy a new car.

So that is why I suddenly have time to contribute to my Blog.