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Apr. 6th, 2011 08:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
endlessraritiesNormality has resumed, and I've returned to having my horse-riding lesson on a Wednesday.
Which means...
No more Softy! No more Diva! No more Indy!! I'm back on Molly, and I'm delighted to be reunited with my old partner in crime. I now have a new instructor - when I introduced myself, I told her I was going to be one of her most boring pupils, and then explained my desire to return to Classical basics. She looked instantly relieved, and confessed that she'd been getting really depressed by all the kids moaning whenever she tried to get them to do things right, with cries of, "But such and such says this, so why do I need to change," etcetera.
Ah, it ain't like it was when I were a lass. In the old times, the word of your instructor was law. If she said you needed to put your heels down, you put your heels down. If she said you looked like a sack of potatoes tied up all ugly, then you listened. Now the young muppets seem to be getting lippy.
As for Molly... She was looking rather swish today. She'd been done up in a natty little Arab plait, and she looked distinctly cobby. As opposed to messy/hairy//dowdy (delete as appropriate). Molly has completely forgotten our earlier relationship, and wasn't too chuffed at be asked to return to some attempt at athleticism. But we did seem to be getting somewhere by the end.
More plants arrived, and things are getting crazy on the plant front. My daily repotting quota is now as follows: 6 x lobelia, 6 x petunia, 1 x nasturtium, 1 x very fancy geranium, 1 x fancy petunia type thingy. And it's only Wednesday! Sigh. I'm knackered. Space is at a premium, too, so the sweet peas will be kicked out this weekend.
Today, I opted for the gaiters, because we were entering Tick City. The weather has been foul - the nearby flood plain of the River Cart is doing exactly what it says on the box. And I need to fit a rubber ring and a snorkel to my poor car...
Which means...
No more Softy! No more Diva! No more Indy!! I'm back on Molly, and I'm delighted to be reunited with my old partner in crime. I now have a new instructor - when I introduced myself, I told her I was going to be one of her most boring pupils, and then explained my desire to return to Classical basics. She looked instantly relieved, and confessed that she'd been getting really depressed by all the kids moaning whenever she tried to get them to do things right, with cries of, "But such and such says this, so why do I need to change," etcetera.
Ah, it ain't like it was when I were a lass. In the old times, the word of your instructor was law. If she said you needed to put your heels down, you put your heels down. If she said you looked like a sack of potatoes tied up all ugly, then you listened. Now the young muppets seem to be getting lippy.
As for Molly... She was looking rather swish today. She'd been done up in a natty little Arab plait, and she looked distinctly cobby. As opposed to messy/hairy//dowdy (delete as appropriate). Molly has completely forgotten our earlier relationship, and wasn't too chuffed at be asked to return to some attempt at athleticism. But we did seem to be getting somewhere by the end.
More plants arrived, and things are getting crazy on the plant front. My daily repotting quota is now as follows: 6 x lobelia, 6 x petunia, 1 x nasturtium, 1 x very fancy geranium, 1 x fancy petunia type thingy. And it's only Wednesday! Sigh. I'm knackered. Space is at a premium, too, so the sweet peas will be kicked out this weekend.
Today, I opted for the gaiters, because we were entering Tick City. The weather has been foul - the nearby flood plain of the River Cart is doing exactly what it says on the box. And I need to fit a rubber ring and a snorkel to my poor car...
