Horses and the City

And then I discovered SATC. Sex and the City, oh yeah! I have never liked it much before. But now in my new dumped single state it felt good. Just what the doctor ordered. It is possible to be single and fabulous!

Not that there is a lot of sex involved these days on my part, but it makes me feel like there could be. I am living in the city right? But not exactly Manhattan, I have to admit. More like the backend of nowhere…. But I like it none the less. I feel more and more comfortable here in my little capital. But at the same time it has also become clear to me that I really want to live somewhere I can keep the horses at home. Which of course means the city is not so suitable.

But is there a way I could combine the two? Could I have my horse and some city too?

Well, hopefully I can. That is the plan anyway. A few things need to fall into place first. Like my job hunt, house hunt and general plan to get my life into shape…

But I’m fairly optimistic. Things have a way of working out for fabulous single girls– or so I’m led to believe. I have even bought some new fancy heels to help with the man hunt. Ever the optimist…

Pic: As much as I love my wellies I realise their limitations when it comes to attracting the opposite sex...

F&%#ing Farrier II

“Who do you have to sleep with to get your horse shod around here?” I said to the mare's owner in despair the other week. Because, clearly just paying didn’t work.

For a moment I actually contemplated a career change myself, because as far as I could figure out it should be fairly lucrative. If none these guys feel like they have to utter even a minimum of service to their clients they must be doing all right…

But although there are courses one can take, the problem was here and now. Shoes were falling off and I needed someone to sort it out. Ten phone calls later things were looking bleak.

In the end we got an old friend of my dad to come out and do it. Pure favour blackmailing –that’s clearly what it takes.