I’m back, a few days early. Hubby has projects at work to complete and was feeling a little edgy about time constraints etc, so I trotted home with him tonight. (just incase he gets snowed under and I get stuck) its all okay though, I was ready to come home and see my boys although I had to maintain a zen like composure when I saw the state of the house. I have to admit and all those that know and love me will agree, I am not the best of housekeepers, but even I draw the line at an upended kitchen bin which the dogs have routed through and scattered rubbish in the middle of the living room. Breathe Mandy, Breathe.
I will share my piccies of knitted projects and beach walks later in the week, But this story just tickles me at the moment.
Hubby and I decided to visit the New Forest on the way home, I love ponies and horses but I have no experience of them and to be honest I am nervous. I wish I wasn’t because they are so beautiful, but I am.
This picture is taken, as at the same time I’m saying to hubby, “How near is she getting” and I reach for the electric window winder to wind the window up a bit, press the wrong one, become slightly hysterical, then press mine the wrong way so it completely opens, become even more hysterical, hear this weird screaming sound (which was me) as the ponies head enters the car, try to crawl over hubby to get away, even though I am still strapped in, still screaming hysterically and really loudly, have dropped the camera by this point and am screaming for hubby to help me. Who is…. sitting and laughing at me. He eventually after watching me screaming and shaking for a few more seconds does help me and presses the right button to close the window.