Welcome to blog! I started it in 2020 to chart my recovery from breaking my ankle (hence the name). I guess no-one saw a global pandemic coming. It's turned into a place where I can talk about the things happening in my life, my horse and my cats. Enjoy!
Back home after my trip to Wales. I’ve driven 600 miles in the last two days. It struck me last night that that would include driving the entire way round the M25. I haven’t done that for a while!
The M25 and M4 were very kind this morning. I arrived at Celtic Manor early. Only to find everyone was running behind. Better that way round I guess. It meant I had a chance to have a coffee and do a bit of people watching.
My first coffee of the day had been a rather risky affair. I couldn’t find a travel mug at my Dad’s and weirdly I didn’t have one in the car. So decided to risk a plastic mug. Talk about jeopardy!! Every time I went round a corner or over a bump, I watched the coffee slop around. Thankfully I managed to drink it without wearing it!
The main purpose of today’s trip was to taste food options for the gala dinner at Conference. It’s one of the more enjoyable parts of being an Event Manager. I got to taste four starter, six mains and four desserts. Oh and try four wines. It was hellish as you can imagine…
Choices made and other food choices discussed, I headed home. Considering I hit the M25 at rush hour on a Friday night, it wasn’t as bad as I expected. I mean it wasn’t without its delays. But nowhere near as it could have been. It felt smoother than going the Dartford crossing way round.
Bert was very pleased to see me. I’ll be very pleased to see my bed.
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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