Where do you start , it's just not worthy of giving her a reply
I guess in that scenario, the most withering insult is not to be offered.
we ran a DIY livery for 7 years, introduced a whole new peculiar set of girls to our rather staid life. Been very well briefed on handling the girls, before we opened, very thankfully, so managed to avoid the cat fights, bitchiness, propositions, tears etc.Years ago, my good lady and I ran a DIY livery yard back home. We had some excellent clients, who became firm friends, as well as a majority that filled all the stereotypes of livery yard types, and who were enough to stop us being so foolish again.
It turns out that we had a few through the yard who had a history of sleeping with the yard owner/owner’s husband and then being moved on. I was dismayed to only find this out afterwards, it would have been nice to at least have had the chance to turn them down.
One laugh emoji just isn't enough sometimes.
Is his name trigger?He must love telling that story as he told us all in the pub the other day.
we ran a DIY livery for 7 years, introduced a whole new peculiar set of girls to our rather staid life. Been very well briefed on handling the girls, before we opened, very thankfully, so managed to avoid the cat fights, bitchiness, propositions, tears etc.
The worst day, someone failed to shut a gate properly, ending up with 4 horses being hit, and killed by traffic. One sees all the wailing and screaming in foreign countries, after a calamity. I didn't expect to hear it in rural Somerset !!
phased it out, when we started milking again, have no regrets about finishing it, only the loss of cash. Having said that, there were some really nice girls that rented of us. The bitchy ones understood, 1 warning, then pack your hay, and feck off.
son misses it for some other reason l didn't enquire to much, some things are best left as 'unknown'.
advice came from wife's cousin, who still runs a 50/60 horse livery business, and l listened !You did well to avoid it, maybe my ‘handling’ wasn’t good enough…
I have a theory that horsey girls are herd animals. Ours definitely formed themselves into two packs, who would regularly fall out over a missing feed scoop, a bag of feed that had moved, or something equally trivial. If it really blew up then one pack would go, en masse, leaving was with several vacant stables earning no rent.
Above that ‘hyena’ tier were the older horsey ladies, equally bitchy but devious with it. They would orchestrate half the trouble with a bit of a stir before standing back.
The older, gay man would just keep his head down and try to ignore them.
Miss the money but not the constant hassle.
Why do you ask that as a question?Sad , if you have lived a long time in the same area, to see, watch land, go from being well farmed to, hardly farmed, then, semi/derilict, then finally, built on? Left with the memories i remember when that was?
Sad , if you have lived a long time in the same area, to see, watch land, go from being well farmed to, hardly farmed, then, semi/derilict, then finally, built on? Left with the memories i remember when that was?
That winter of 1962-63, i was about 3, people were alot "tougher", knew no different? no cental heating, most had coal fires, no double glazing, many had no cars, lucky to have a motorcycle or bike for transport? that picture of those tractors in the snow, aca 1962-63, with no cab? not alone a heated cab? but just look at the pictures of the people, dont they look fit, not like our present "crowd"?
I can think of easy half a dozen fields within a few miles of me in last ten to twenty year that have become horse paddocks. Sad to to see what was once nice green grazing ground now destroyed to bare weedy ground by horses and no land management.Sad , if you have lived a long time in the same area, to see, watch land, go from being well farmed to, hardly farmed, then, semi/derilict, then finally, built on? Left with the memories i remember when that was?
No APR though, on livery ranches.
Ride just like their horse do they?I have heard it said that some of these ladies are very accommodating.
Invite me to your next partyIndeed. However, MrsNeilO has history of watching me squirm from a distance with her friends, when said types have had a few sherries at parties and their standards have dropped sufficiently.
I’m just a country boy, terrified of man-eating cougars.
the speed with which horses degrade pasture, is nearly unbelievable.I can think of easy half a dozen fields within a few miles of me in last ten to twenty year that have become horse paddocks. Sad to to see what was once nice green grazing ground now destroyed to bare weedy ground by horses and no land management.