- Mar 14, 2005
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It has gone quiet tonight compared to last night - what can we do to liven things up a bit? Any suggestions for a rip roaring debate/discussion/argument?
You should have seen a Doctor m'Lord and asked him to take away the pain but leave the swellingummmm .... no thanks to the horses. In the south of France I took the kids riding once, around the vineyards. I was the only adult and I'm sure if the horse they gave me to ride had a trunk it would have been called a mammoth.After awhile the frenchmen asked "gallup" and all the kids were up for it so me, not wanting to lose face had to agree. Off we went and how I never pooped myself I'll never know. The kids were loving it and squealing with delight as I was hanging on to the pommel for life. As the horse went down I was still someway out of the saddle but as I came down the horse was coming up. All I could hear was this sickening slapping sound. I now knew what an anvil must have felt like after being hit with a hammer repeatedly. Later on my horse was eating grass when the instructor asked if we want to gallop again, I declined, but off the kids went again. When I tried to get my horse to stop eating and to walk the b@@@@@@@@ bit my foot. Then it noticed the others had gone and off it took in a cloud of dust with me hanging on thinking my life had come to an end and my feet were trying to go higher than my head. How I survived I'll never know but from then on I vowed never to get on another horse. I walked away from that horse without giving it a second glance. I say walked, it was more of a waddle, bandy legged style. My poor nether regions were black and blue and for the rest of my holiday I had to refrain from my nuptuals :O(
Once the pics are up and running I'll post a pic of my black 'n' blue swollen nether regions ;O)You should have seen a Doctor m'Lord and asked him to take away the pain but leave the swelling)
Lord Bummmm .... no thanks to the horses. In the south of France I took the kids riding once, around the vineyards. I was the only adult and I'm sure if the horse they gave me to ride had a trunk it would have been called a mammoth.After awhile the frenchmen asked "gallup" and all the kids were up for it so me, not wanting to lose face had to agree. Off we went and how I never pooped myself I'll never know. The kids were loving it and squealing with delight as I was hanging on to the pommel for life. As the horse went down I was still someway out of the saddle but as I came down the horse was coming up. All I could hear was this sickening slapping sound. I now knew what an anvil must have felt like after being hit with a hammer repeatedly. Later on my horse was eating grass when the instructor asked if we want to gallop again, I declined, but off the kids went again. When I tried to get my horse to stop eating and to walk the b@@@@@@@@ bit my foot. Then it noticed the others had gone and off it took in a cloud of dust with me hanging on thinking my life had come to an end and my feet were trying to go higher than my head. How I survived I'll never know but from then on I vowed never to get on another horse. I walked away from that horse without giving it a second glance. I say walked, it was more of a waddle, bandy legged style. My poor nether regions were black and blue and for the rest of my holiday I had to refrain from my nuptuals :O(
Sorry Lisa but the others and I and the place can not be seen for certain reasons. But the others are at full height apart from the guy sitting
Sorry - "Heels"Lisa.
I think you believe that I'm pulling your leg.
I can assure you I'm not stood on anything and only ever wear flat shoes or I hit my head walking through to many doorways/
In the 70's when big heals were in fashion for young men I had a hell of a game getting fashionable shoes that helped me keep my head bruise free!
My son is taller than me and my daughters 6' amd about 5'11' or so and my wife is still around 5'10 or though she says she has shrunk![]()