Peacock

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I went to a Christmas Fayre this morning. There was a wide range of stalls to check out. I got a few presents and a Christmas neckerchief for Bert. He had one last Christmas, so seemed right to get him one this year too. Back then he was so tiny, it needed to be tiny too. There’s no way it would go round his neck now! He won’t get it till nearer Christmas. But I know he’s going to look super cute in it. Let’s hope he doesn’t eat it!

While I was there, I saw these lovely peacock ribbon bows. They will look very striking on my Christmas tree. I didn’t put it up last year because of Bert. This year, I had said I would get myself a new one. The annual hernia-inducing World’s Strongest Man efforts bringing the one I have in from the garage are getting a bit much. That and I’ve had the tree nearly 20 years. It’s served me very well…

Not sure what Bert will make of it, so might give my old tree one more go. If he wrecks it, I will have to get a new one. Or I might just get a small real one instead. Decisions, decisions.

While I was buying these bows, I told my friend that growing up, the Christmas tree didn’t go up till Christmas Eve after my brother and I had gone to bed. My parents did a mammoth effort to decorate the whole house while we slept. It made Christmas so special. Now it feels like Christmas starts earlier each year. The lady who was selling these bows said she made them in August. But said her parents did the same. How I crave for the simpler times when we appreciated the little things in life.

I must be getting old.

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So 2020 was going to be my year. The year I got my life sorted after being served redundancy notice from my job in November 2019. The year I ticked off more things from my horsey bucket list. The year I got my mental health back under control and reduced stress in my life. I had a plan. And it was a good one. Then the plan changed dramatically on 2 January. I came off my horse at speed and broke my ankle. Badly. Like all good equestrians, I got back on and rode back to the yard, sorted Buddy out and then drove myself to A&E. That’s where this journey really began... I was sent home from A&E and told to crack on, only to receive a phone call later to say they’d missed a fracture (and a rather serious one at that). Whoops! So fracture clinic on 3 January, surgery on 5 January and home to recover. I started this blog as a way to chart my recover back to the saddle. As I cleared clinics and competitions out of my diary and wondered what the next few months would bring, it's been a safe space for me to say how I'm feeling. The new plan was to get a new job, to keep Buddy is kept ticking over and recover from my injury. Another good plan! I didn't expect a global pandemic, lockdown and all that happened in 2020. This blog has changed over time but it's continued to be my safe space to share the things going on in my life, with Buddy and the cats. Enjoy!

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