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I wonder if it's something going around? Thug had mild colic with scouring the Monday night after I came off him, then again the following night. His worming is up to date and we haven't changed anything, I went round the field three times checking for anything he could have picked up but nothing apart from a few mushrooms and we get them every year with no ill effects. The vet said he might have picked up a bug? from somewhere that could have caused it. Damn that reminds me I have to pay the vet bill He had me worried sick and he wasn't overly happy about becoming an equine pin cushion either

Can't do much at the moment, Thug is currently "resting on his laurels" whilst I heal. Cristiane and I have discussed at length why he threw me and we have both come to the conclusion that due to the difference in weight between myself and her, we think that as Thug felt a shift of my weight in the saddle as he moved into trot, he panicked and bucked and as I came off he panicked more. Whilst we were going over all of what had been covered at Grant's, Cristiane mentioned that Grant himself had only ridden Thug once, and then only at a walk. I had also ridden him (more than once, but only at a walk) and as Christiane weighs about 5 stone less than me, Christiane has suggested that Thug comes back to Grant for a remedial and that Grant will ride him as he is slightly heavier than me. I feel so bad about it because I feel it's all my fault. We'd been longlining him for 2 weeks and I'd been on and walked him and I just had a stoopid moment when I thought "Ok, he's lovely in walk, let's end the session on a high (quite literally in the end) and trot him on for half a circle". I didn't even use my leg, I literally clicked with my tongue (Cristiane had been working with vocal aids and he associated clicking with going faster) and as he went into trot BANG I was on the floor.

No, that's part of my bra - they x ray you with clothes on here I will be happier when Thug's feeling better Dunno why he launched me, I'd longlined him on both reins for half an hour, got on him, walked him for 20 minutes changing leg and doing circles and figure of eights, I didn't even use my leg, just clicked my tongue and that was it - BANG, goodbye.

My left clavicle after Thug launched me into orbit on Saturday when I asked him for trot. As you can see, it fragmented nicely, with a nice triangular chunk visible in the X ray There was no chance of sitting it - the first thing I knew about it was when my head impacted the ground, followed by my shoulder and bottom. After rolling around the floor groaning waiting fir my sight to return because it had all gone green, I was laughing until I realised I had to catch him and untack him one handed Thug managed a chunk out of his coronary band, so has been lame and to top it off has had colic yesterday evening and this evening I was back at work less than 6 hours later, much to the shock of a lot of people (And before anyone rebukes me for it, the consultant today has said I'm fine to drive if it doesn't hurt)

Morning RMF: I apologise profusely for comments I made yesterday that offended people. I'm sorry

My car doesn't do warp speed. Right now, my car would have done that distance in 2.1 days I rang THAT garage earlier and told them they were having the car back and that they could fix the problem at their own expense.

See? I told you that organic steak had my name on it, my cholesterol is only 2.1 though. It must have been scary to find that out

I luffs that pic

Morning I have just finished work. Now I am zooming off down to Wales with O/H, Ellie and Willow in tow because O/H has 10 points on his licence and is about to be banned by Powys magistrates for speeding Poor old muggins here has to take him because he won't be able to drive back, what really pees me off is that Mum offered to have Ellie all day and he's insisted on taking her too, so I can't even catnap when I get there. And I have work at 7pm tonight On top of that, he expects me to drive him 10 miles to and from work at 2pm and 10pm each night, fit in Ellie's school run (9am and 3.15pm) AND work 7pm til 6am. What a tosser And he has a summons from Ludlow magistrates in September for using a mobile whilst driving. So that bluetooth I bought him a year ago was a waste of time then........

No pics yet, Thug had a bit of a lay-off last week as Grant had the Royal to contend with (and took his round pen with him) so he wasn't ridden much although I would think they've probably kept on with the spookbusting and desensitising. I spoke to Grant and he said he was going to give Thug a free week to make up for the Royal so I would think he's due back on Saturday Grant did say that he was doing well in trot with a jockey up, and said his expression when he's being ridden is something to see - he is really enjoying it

When I was a lot younger, I used to carry a knife in a sheath on my belt. It was a work knife (I was a mechanic) and used to use it for a variety of reasons. I never carried it for "other" reasons, however, one night I'd been at the pop round at a friends house and decided to walk the mile home. The route home took me up a main road towards our station and there aren't any houses, just a couple at the bottom of the road. In hindsight it's easy to say I should have ordered a taxi, however, when you're 18 you think you're invincible. As I walked up the left hand side of the road, I spotted a man coming down the right hand side of the road. I only became aware of him because there was a recess in the wall and he'd ducked into it and was watching me, which immediately made me wary. As I got a few more yards up the road, he came out of his hideyhole and crossed the road, now on the same side as me. I immediately crossed the road to be on his opposite side. At this point he also crossed the road, moving back onto his original side of the road (with the wall). I then knew that this was no "mucking about" by this guy and sobered up very quickly. I crossed the road for a final time, back on my original side (it had that green wire fencing). It was then that I remembered my knife. I pulled it from its sheath and ran it across the wire as the guy was almost level on the opposite side and the guy took off like a shot. I am quite sure that if I hadn't have done what I did, I'd have been raped, or worse. No I don't condone owning or carrying knives and things were different then but I think there are different horses, different courses.

I think we've had the same thing. Every year bout march april time it starts. First you hear buzzing but can't find the source. Then after 20 minutes you find a bumble bee on the carpet underneath the gas fire. I think they come out of the flue. We didn't have a problem until O/H bought a carbon monoxide detector one year and it went black immediately He took the fire off the wall and the previous owners had completely bricked up the chimney breast, there was a flue but it wasn't even the size of half a house brick and there was so much soot in the chimney that it had blocked it up. We dug out half a wheelie bin full of soot and then we ripped out the bricks and installed a metal backplate with built-in flue and a gap at the bottom. I think this is where they come in. We haven't had them this year, which is a relief as we were getting about 3-4 bees a day in the back room and kitchen and they used to get quite angry and smash against the kitchen light and then buzz really loudly and divebomb you

You need my mate's phone number, he rings me up just to tell me when he's got one brewing. He has been known to take his bluetooth off and *art on that so I don't miss out on the quality of his arse music

Have loads, but none I'm willing to divulge on a public forum

It was 13 years ago that I bought it from Sainsbury's, so no guarantee that they still do so.

Shazzy If he doesn't want to know then he's already accepted that nothing can be done - why have weeks of painful chemo etc when you can live each day as it comes fully while he's still here with you all. Take him the Somme, Sotheby's, get him drunk, whatever he wishes. This is going to sound harsh and please don't take it the wrong way because it's not intended that way at all but we just lost our Grandad and I wish we had had a few good months to take him everywhere he wanted to go and spend the last few weeks with him enjoying his life, instead of him stuck in a hospital room fading in front of our eyes and losing his dignity. Keep your chin up hun

So glad to hear you are on the mend Michelle Sorry I missed this

Our local ann summers has a sale on. I was norty and bought two boxes of champagne and strawberry lust dust. I won't use it but I may sprinkle it over cakes if it is edible (or auction it off in the interests of Fugee continuity) Off to bed now, NN all

I bought the chunks once from either tescos or sainsburys - both sell it. I cooked it in a stew and TBH I think the dog had more than we did, to my mind the fat tastes awful and I've never tried it since. I also once tried wood pigeon (another impulse buy from Sainsburys) That also tasted like shyte and reinforced the theory that if it tastes that bad then hoomans weren't meant to eat it

I have done that too, but not in a taxi thankfully

Random Mundane Funny - I gave Jodie my sister and Jack poopie a lift to the vets to have his stitches checked today. They have a wooden rocking horse in the waiting room. I'm not quite sure why he did it, but Jack insisted on walking up to it and sniffing its bum, right under the tail - much to the amusement and hilarity of the staff and the customers

I nearly bought a horse for £500 today. I saw her advertised a couple of weeks ago and she is only a couple of miles up the road from me (she is being advertised nationally though). She is 16.3hh, chestnut and the poor lamb is 24 years old - FFS how can you take a horse that old and sell it She is being sold as a happy hacker and I rang about her thinking that she'd already be gone. Nope, she's still looking. Mum asked me to ask the owner if she would come down on the price as we are still waiting on probate (that sounds horrible doesn't it?). We thought with her being 24 that the woman would be more interested that she would be going to a forever home than the £500. How wrong we were, the woman was trying to flog her off at £750 with tack and told us she's had lots of interest in her. Poor sod, I hope someone nice buys her so she can live out her years well cared for The woman said she'd had her 6 years. FFS, the poor mite was 18 when she last changed hands. I know circumstances change but walking a mile in their shoes if it really REALLY came to it, money doesn't come in to it - if I was happy with where they were going to, they had references from vets and yard owners etc and I still could visit, that would take precedence over poxy money

I was lying in bed this morning wondering what I'd forgotten. Then I sat pondering when my car's MOT was due. So I dug out the paperwork and lo and behold, it runs out Thursday. I panicked and rang a couple of garages and managed to get it in at dinnertime. the car sailed straight through, the only thing they wanted me to sort out was a side repeater (indicator) which was losing it's orangeyness. Speaking of orangeyness, I have a box of mars bar cakes, a box of jaffa cake bars and two forever friends birthday cakes in the boot that I really should rescue in case it is a tad warm tomorrow

Oops, only just spotted this Sorry