I'm sure I know you....
As many of you know, I am utterly terrible with names and am really quite face-blind.
This afternoon, I took Jo to the vet to have her bum squeezed. A woman went into reception just ahead of us, and there were quite a few people already in there. We were standing waiting to check in, when the woman said "Oh, hello! Fancy seeing you here! Nothing serious I hope?" "No, just having her bum squeezed."
Shit oh shit oh shit who the hell is she? Vaguely familiar.... Jo's letting her stroke her, so she must recognise her.... Someone we've met walking in the woods? Doesn't ring any bells....
Her - "How're the horses doing?"
Me - "Oh, not bad, the old boy's doing well this winter so far."
Come on, brain, you can do this.... She's wearing jodhs, horsey person?
Me - "How're your horses? Been bringing them in?" fingers crossed
Her - "No, they're still living out, I try to leave it as late as I can."
Phew, she has got horses! Come on, who is she? Is she the woman who taught me side saddle for a bit? No, don't think so.... Oh, thank fuck, the queue's gone, she's next up.... Ok, she's leaving now....
Her - "Well, see you again. Have a good Christmas! I think we said that last time I saw you as well!"
Me - "I think we did! See you soon!"
Come on, brain, this is going to bug you for weeks if you can't figure it out... OH! She's the saddler! And she's gone.
Sigh. In my defence, the shop she's based in is a fair way from here, so if you'd asked me I would have said she couldn't possibly be travelling all that way for her vet.
I told Mike this when I got home. "Did you ask her if Bugsy's old saddle's sold yet?" he asked. Well, no, I couldn't really randomly shout it across the car park at her as she left....
(And the name? I'm pretty sure it's either Carol or Karen. Or something like that.)
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This afternoon, I took Jo to the vet to have her bum squeezed. A woman went into reception just ahead of us, and there were quite a few people already in there. We were standing waiting to check in, when the woman said "Oh, hello! Fancy seeing you here! Nothing serious I hope?" "No, just having her bum squeezed."
Shit oh shit oh shit who the hell is she? Vaguely familiar.... Jo's letting her stroke her, so she must recognise her.... Someone we've met walking in the woods? Doesn't ring any bells....
Her - "How're the horses doing?"
Me - "Oh, not bad, the old boy's doing well this winter so far."
Come on, brain, you can do this.... She's wearing jodhs, horsey person?
Me - "How're your horses? Been bringing them in?" fingers crossed
Her - "No, they're still living out, I try to leave it as late as I can."
Phew, she has got horses! Come on, who is she? Is she the woman who taught me side saddle for a bit? No, don't think so.... Oh, thank fuck, the queue's gone, she's next up.... Ok, she's leaving now....
Her - "Well, see you again. Have a good Christmas! I think we said that last time I saw you as well!"
Me - "I think we did! See you soon!"
Come on, brain, this is going to bug you for weeks if you can't figure it out... OH! She's the saddler! And she's gone.
Sigh. In my defence, the shop she's based in is a fair way from here, so if you'd asked me I would have said she couldn't possibly be travelling all that way for her vet.
I told Mike this when I got home. "Did you ask her if Bugsy's old saddle's sold yet?" he asked. Well, no, I couldn't really randomly shout it across the car park at her as she left....
(And the name? I'm pretty sure it's either Carol or Karen. Or something like that.)
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