Reddingsactie paarden horses marrum compilatie engels

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6vSvOw-4U4&feature=related

what can I say

it was BRILLIANT!

Suze

And CB you can ride Freddie next time!

Jax and you come too!

Pete - apparently the answer is YES, although I don't know a) how in charge I was or b) how legal it is.

Dave - rubbish it was the man in the petrol station.

Betty - not the ones that were smoking, they had to stay outside.

Geoff someone told me another horse/pub joke last night but I can't remember it - it will come back to me . . .

Jax Again, horses can see very well in the dark but I can't so we came home for about 9.30. (We had been out since 6.30!) Suze gets a bit spooky when it's dusk, she doesn't like car headlights, thinks they're tigers.

Dinah - Not PK I'm afraid, more Steptoe! Freddie - the thought is too frightening to contemplate! As it was Suze was shouted at for trompling on the marigolds and eating a hangbasket.

Kaz - funnily enough, my granny used to always refer to me as Calamity Jane - can't think why.

Mig - she does know her way home, lucky that!

Donn - they were singularly remiss in providing hitchin' rails for horses to be stolen from - I shall suggest it immediately. If anyone took liberties with Freddie he wouldn't just buck them, he'd then stamp them into the ground and bite their heads off. There's no messin' with the Fredster!
Less they bought him a drink of course, then he's anybody's.

TFIF or whatever

Tonight I am going to the pub.

Not with Himself oh no!

With some like minded individuals, all women of a certain age and all...













on horseback!

I've never done a horseback pub crawl before. I don't suppose it should be termed a crawl because the horses won't be crawling, they're not drinking. Suze doesn't even like beer.
I wonder if it's against the law to be under the influence aboard a horse? I shan't ask in case it is.
Ignorance is a defense right?

I am recording the final episode of Criminal Justice so don't tell me who dun it till I've watched it please. I hope it's not going to be a stupid ending where we don't find out and Ben goes down for it anyway, or indeed Ben gets off but we still don't know. It's something to do with the other murder isn't it?

reciprocation

In exchange for you telling me what these are and why the Army have plonked them on the Plain, I will tell you something I learned today:



A Persil gel tablet, even with its unique blue layer, does not work in the dishwasher.

Cina gro

For a while now I have tried to be holier than thou* and have bought organic and Fair Trade produce whenever I can. It salves my conscience a bit about the fact that I’m too lazy to be a vegetarian when I really don’t want to eat anything that has a face.

Recently I have gone a step further and now have an organic vegetable box delivered. (Polishes halo*). I’ve just taken receipt of box number 2 and in it was this:

What the **** am I supposed to do with that? I think it might be a type of cabbage but I’m not at all certain!

This is the second time I’ve been sent broad-beans (with their coats on) and the second time I’ve had to denude them. I quite enjoyed that – I felt quite earth motherish, I may have to buy something floaty made of cheesecloth and a pair of clogs. (But not those nasty plastic croc things, yeuch).

The potatoes though, are a nightmare. They are more mud than potato. Even offering to pay assorted offspring has not been enough to encourage anyone to get down and dirty with these potatoes. Do they really have to be grown in something akin to clay and concrete to be organic? I’ve blocked the damn sink now and Himself is not going to be pleased.

I’ve just found out what the cabbage thing is for!

*I may get to heaven yet.

weeks go bye

Rain stick

Sometimes I can't think of anything to say and I think I might as well stop. What's it all for anyway, this blogging lark?

Sometimes it's nice to get the answer to a specific question though.

And I derive the most pleasure from reading other blogs.

In the beginning (2005) my saviour and horse trainer Sarah gave me her details and she had a link on her blog to Tom a fellow horse trainer. Tom has a link on his horse website to his blog and it has a warning which I (hope he won't mind) quote:

PLEASE TAKE NOTE

My blog is not all about horses. It contains bad language, dodgy humour,
dodgy politics, irreligious attitudes, totally uncensored comments and other stuff too!
If you are sensitive about any of these things,
best not go there.

Well I ask you, who could resist that?

I didn't mean to start up a blog I just wanted to comment on his blog and had to have a blog to do so!

So sometimes I have something I want to say, but most times I don't so I don't really understand why I do it!

I do know that my life would be emptier without those Fine People that I visit and sometimes comment on. You are more than my blogroll which I need to update, but I thank you all for your real friendship, companionship and, without fail, kind comments, yes even you Sid (kiss kiss).

So without further ado here is what I want to say today.

Stonehenge:
English Heritage, who think they own it, irritate the frigging bejesus out of me and will be first against the wall come the revolution. The thing has been standing there since at least 3000 years BC in much the same state as currently, but suddenly you can't breath heavily in its presence or the damn thing will fall down. Local government and assorted government quangos have spent £25 million of tax payers money deciding that they can't afford a by-pass or road tunnel to 'protect' the stones. So if you want a free look-see you have to join the traffic jam on the A303 the same as the rest of us. Meanwhile even when you pay to go in (and it's dificult not to with all the razor wire and guards) they won't let you near the stones. When I was a kid we used to stop by the side of the road and wonder over, have a good climb about, chase the sheep, eat our sandwiches and move on. Sometimes there were people there but not often. Now it's all about making marketing and making money, pass me my AK47.

Salisbury Plain:
(On which stands Stonehenge)I have to cross the Plain everyday, back and forth, on my way to and from work. It's dead boring if you stick to the roads (and frequented by Camera Safety Bastards [also sharing space first against the wall]) but quite nice on the tank tracks, Salisbury Plain being where the British Army learn how to shoot straight and drive tanks.

When the Red Flag (sic) is flying you're not suppose to cross it. PAH! is what I say to that. So here I am crossing the plain in defiance of the Red Flag. Pretty up here isn't it?

Witch's Cat
They're all black with green eyes but I have a magician's rabbit instead.
I don't have a Top Hat in which to pull him from but I do have a TV remote control on which he's eaten 3 of the buttons. As previously mentioned he's called Polo and can do many fine spells.

Viva Italiano

There is much about Italy that I really love

The food (Except the salami which has horse meat in it)
Olives
Chianti
Ice cream
Coffee
The weather
The ski-ing
Ferrari
Rome
Tuscany (I'd move there tomorrow)
Venice
The Leaning Tower
The ART
Even the Vatican (The Sistine chapel nearly made me think religion might not be so bad)
Even the driving!!
Dean Martin (he was sexy until the day he died)
La Mafiosa (even their criminals have a certain 'cool')
Sophia Loren (true beauty)
Andrea Bocelli
Leonardo da Vinci

Shame their Football is so CRAP!

Even I could manage a 0-0 draw with 10 school boys by constantly lining them up across the goal.

Roberto Donadoni you should be ashamed and I'm glad you're out.

for Jax with love

5 things I've always wanted:

To die before my children (when I'm very, very old)

To be able to cook (effortlessly)

A Porsche 911 turbo ragtop

To be a vegetarian

More chickens

5 things I'm currently into:

(I don't really know what being 'into' means!)
(so things I'm doing or learning at the moment)

Long reining

Natural horsemanship

Gardening (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)

House (the TV show)

House training the new rabbit (Polo)

5 favourite things in my ROOM:

Dolce (cat)

Polo (new bunny)

Rain stick

Fizzy pink wine

Broomstick (yes really)

5 things in my BAG

Purse

Sunnies

Diary (Dodo)

Knife (swiss army)

(This knife has been x-rayed in my bag in airports the world over countless times (i forget it's there) and I have never been stopped because of it - I have however been stopped for having a lipgloss, a bottle of water, and some contact lens saline solution)

Phone

things to do before you die

Tha's Dorset down there

Can you see me?
I'm waving out of the right hand side and taking the photo all at the same time!

We went a mile high so I winked at Himself but he wasn't for letting go of the handholds.

flag waving

See this sword?!

I was a bit chilly to be honest, and my flag broke but I don't think she noticed.


You got mud on yo face
You big disgrace
Kickin your can all over the place

We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you

Queen

Plan A: cooking made easy . . . not

This is good.

Very good and only takes 2 minutes in the microwave.

It never goes wrong.

All you need to go with it is a Husband to fetch a Shahi Nawabi from the Take Away.

. . . and a handy Take Away of course.

if I've told him once...

was it you Murphy?

As I was driving along on the top of the plain today I passed an extremely handsome man walking his black Labrador. He was of a certain age, greater that 45 but probably less than 65. I had my sunnies on (there was sunshine today!) so I had a long squizz at him cos let me tell you, he was sex on legs. I bet he didn't look that good at 25.

And then I thought to myself, that's true of the majority of men isn't it? They look better for a few years maturity, middle age becomes them, laughter lines are sexy, salt and pepper hair is cute. They can even carry a little (a little, I said) weight and it's not unattractive. Ugly boys can become handsome men. Handsome boys become gorgeous.

Is this fair?

It f*cking isn't, because this does not work for women. I do not know any woman post 45 (probably post 35) who looks better now than she did at 25 (and that's even with the help of knives and endless cash). That's not to say I don't know some very attractive middle aged women, but they don't look better than they did. Age does not become the female form. We have too many wobbly and soft bits that tend to sag, and our hormones go into meltdown long before we're ready. Ugly girls become politicians and beautiful girls become grannies.

See? She's still lovely but not better.

every picture tells a sorry tale

A gardening post for FN and Dinah



I want to put some wordy bits in to liven up this post but they keep disappearing behind the endless stream of pictures . . .



The rain stopped for 5 minutes this evening so I trundled round the garden (sic) and paddocks to feed assorted waifs and take some pictures so Dinah and FN can see what happens when the latin is left to fend for itself. Somewhere above is a picture of a vine my daughters bought me but I have lost the label and distructions so don't know what to do with it. Suggestions?










that's poo
over there
where I'm writing this bit is a picture of Jemima Puddle Duck




(wedding present - CI beware) but I bet that's not where it comes out!







Still plenty of mud as you can see.







The drive and gravel are in desperate need of weeding -


spot the wheelbarrow and you can see I have started - honest.




I'm becoming overrun in docks, nettles and brambles. None of which are particularly attractive,

and the pond's gone green as your wellies again.

Poor fish.