New shoes for Bramble.
I have downloaded an up-to-date version of Audacity so installing the FFMPEG stuff will keep me amused tomorrow. It looks as if temperatures are set to fall again and the roads weren't brilliant this morning, I may be in lockdown on Friday.
It looks as if Pervy Joe will be the next POTUS. Politics never ceases to amaze me. The cretins people will vote for. Sadder news is that a lass was shot dead last night in Washington the good news is that she was white so I doubt folk will be kneeling for her. Don't forget to bang your pots and pans tonight just in case the vaccine doesn't work or worse, does work but in unanticipated ways.
Seriously good news is that Lidl have started selling Malted bloomer loaves. I used to have to do half my shopping in Lidl, then go to Aldi for meat and bread. I can live with Lidl meat so that is one stop less. Aldi malted Bloomers are great, I haven't broached the Lidl version but it looks and smells identical. I forgot to get any Lidl thick cut marmalade it's more than acceptable and cheap at £0.45p a jar. I didn't forget marmalade but I forgot to get myself one and passed them on to folk on the message list. I know, I know I said sod folk that were too frightened to go shopping but I weakened. They think the new strain is worse than the old one. Told them it is. Far worse as the still twitching cadavers were piling up outside Lidl faster than the council could shift them. Had to be seen to be believed it did and when I was returning from the JCB bits place in Dundee the Batflu test centre had queues half a mile long. What the BBC and Sky can do I can do better. I can lie with the best of them. I have never seen anything but folk in Hi Viz and once a car at the Covid place. I suspect the car belonged to one of the staff returning with doughnuts and coffee.
Have fun.
Horses are definitely strange. It wasn't my fault that Churchill decided to put his head forward very suddenly, pulling me out of the saddle and depositing me on the non-existent ground at the side of the mountain path. Thank heaven for bracken. When he came back for me (pointless because I'd broken my collar bone so couldn't re-mount) he wasn't at all apologetic. The local doctor was in the local hostelry and, in full view of the local hostelry's customers managed to sort things which involved buying me a wee libation and putting my arm in a sling and giving me painkillers (he assured me that the pain I wasn't feeling would soon kick in).
ReplyDeleteI should add that, all drinks finished, he drove me back to my hotel. Those were the days.
DeleteGraham, I was told at an early age that you have to think like the beast you are engaged with. Now grass may not be on your menu but a particularly succulent stem will be on a horse's agenda.
DeleteStore cattle are far worse. These days they are treated well and have no fear, popping bedding down is a desperate business and young Bryony has it sorted. She now has a new machine that fires chopped straw over them. The cattle are little buggers if you go in to spread straw by hand, they try to engage in play fighting and rape. Not funny, except to them. It's the highlight of their day.
I took little Bryony to Sainsbury before Christmas and a little boy behind said mum what's that smell. Bryony turned round and told him it's cow shit and I don't like it very much but I bet it smells better than yours. I love the working Scots. The mother shut up as well. A certain presence they have.
Actually Churchill had a very bad habit of putting his head forward prior to galloping. As a result I was holding him on a very tight rein. When he put his head forward to gallop he caught me by surprise and yanked me clean onto his neck. As he was trying to gallop downhill and I was a shit horseman at that level of required competence I simply fell off. When he came back for me I could actually hear him telling me what a crap downhill rider I was.
DeletePS. It was a bit silly to swap a Vespa for a horse. I guess you were trying to impress some posh totty.
DeleteGraham, they are buggers at times. I don't get on them now. If you are pushing them hard you have to trust them and they you. One has to try and be quick enough when things go tits up to try and protect them. I learnt to ride bareback with just a halter. Never did me any good. I was a bit concussed after a three day event. If you fall off nowadays even with body armour, posh hats and air bags that's it. Silly really as a bit of brain damage seems a sensible requirement for the job.
DeleteI have no idea what malted Bloomers are but they sound positively lascivious. (By way of explanation, bloomers over here are what you call knickers over there.)
ReplyDeleteI know Bob. Only the pudding translates. You lot are really odd as what you call pants we call knickers. I'll not delve into the fanny pack business. Ask the cleverest man in Yorkshire but I guess we call them sanitary towels.
DeleteI should have got in early with my comment before the conversation went downhill (like Graham's horse ride). Your Bramble has a lovely face and the farrier has surprisingly soft and gentle looking hands.
ReplyDeletePauline, he is a nice horse. He's not been here long and can be very defensive over his food. He is slowly beginning to realise that chaff and carrot is not something I'm prepared to fight him for. I take his food and make him move over before giving it him. He still puts his ears back but has stopped baring his teeth, slowly trust is being built.
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