Off Again, Off Again

JIGGITY JIG Ach, I think my head was still a little woolly. Up until three a.m. Friday morning, then had to whimper through the last day of ‘school’, and despite having had an early-to-bed, and a lie-in, I wasn’t one hundred per cent.

Ruby is gorgeous: I laughed as she gave me the canter immediately, loudly enough for Nikki to ask me ‘What?’; on Ruby, a twenty metre circle is actually a twenty metre circle, even going from E to B.

Jumping though, she’s a little spooky, and I’ll have to figure out what I did wrong, because she did what’s she’s done to others, and landed at a gallop. Off I went, a thump on the head, and bugger, no time to get back on.

I got off easy, in a manner of speaking: she broke someone’s collarbone on another such landing. If nothing else, I’m newly inspired to DO THOSE FECKIN’ SIT UPS, as I’m sure if my core strength was better, I d have had a fighting chance.

I’m not sure if I’m spooked, though. I’ve got several choices of mounts these days, and may opt for an easy night on Delilah on Tuesday. Haven’t been back on Rebel yet, we’re looking at each other out of the corners of our eyes…

Best thing to do, though, is to talk. Yes, it is good to talk. It relieves one of the kind of terminal uniqueness that prevents growth, and encourages isolation. I wasn’t sure I was going to blog about it — she fell off again?? — but I’m interested in transparency here at Flying Changes. I’m fine, a-okay: didn’t need a sore head, but the warm bath was welcome, and I highly recommend Lush Bubble Bars to all my readers. If you’re going to end up in a therapeutic tub, it may as well smell sweet.