Time Ticks On
Today is the last possible day that Pat might say to pony-girl either yes, or no, re our Blade's Hill hopes (the showjumping meet there is tomorrow). Or she might say nothing at all, which is what she said on Tuesday. Pat is a busy woman with 2000 things on her mind at any one time and it's not unreasonable to suppose that the biggest most burning question on our minds is somewhat lower priority on hers.
The trouble is, that while it is not very vital in the great scheme of things that J and Clyde go to Blade's Hill tomorrow, it does have some importance - in the matter of establishing precedent and J-and-Clyde as part of the NagsR'Us Blade's Hill 'team', and in the practical sense that Sudeley Show is in May, 3 short months away, and a little practice in show routine at a less formal and relaxed venue is not just a luxury but vital! Why, Pony-girl is quite capable of forgetting the course when it's 3 crosspoles and the dramatic climax of a straight in the school manege, so 12 jumps on unfamiliar terrain and coping with saluting the judge as well is going to be a bit of a facer. Where do you wait? what do you wear? How do you cope with those two imposters Triumph and Disaster? We are too raw to be launched on Sudeley Show without a few trial runs.
If by some miracle Pat is, as I write, telling J that she has fixed it all up, then the question of what to wear will be a facer in itself: the show jacket I ordered in a flurry of excitement and bravado when we left The Note hasn't arrived, though the cream jodhpurs have. In emergency she will have to wear my brand-new (charity shop) Jaeger navy wool blazer, and I will have a new anxiety surpassing all others: what if Clyde balks at the water jump and the jacket gets soaked in six inches of muddy slime, ripped at the seams, and trampled beneath the callous hooves of Mr Pluperfect on his way to victory in a stunning time?
But I feel in my bones it's not going to happen. It's a pity this is not fiction or our heroine would at this very moment be receiving the happy news and if she does, I willl rush to blog it at once.
The trouble is, that while it is not very vital in the great scheme of things that J and Clyde go to Blade's Hill tomorrow, it does have some importance - in the matter of establishing precedent and J-and-Clyde as part of the NagsR'Us Blade's Hill 'team', and in the practical sense that Sudeley Show is in May, 3 short months away, and a little practice in show routine at a less formal and relaxed venue is not just a luxury but vital! Why, Pony-girl is quite capable of forgetting the course when it's 3 crosspoles and the dramatic climax of a straight in the school manege, so 12 jumps on unfamiliar terrain and coping with saluting the judge as well is going to be a bit of a facer. Where do you wait? what do you wear? How do you cope with those two imposters Triumph and Disaster? We are too raw to be launched on Sudeley Show without a few trial runs.
If by some miracle Pat is, as I write, telling J that she has fixed it all up, then the question of what to wear will be a facer in itself: the show jacket I ordered in a flurry of excitement and bravado when we left The Note hasn't arrived, though the cream jodhpurs have. In emergency she will have to wear my brand-new (charity shop) Jaeger navy wool blazer, and I will have a new anxiety surpassing all others: what if Clyde balks at the water jump and the jacket gets soaked in six inches of muddy slime, ripped at the seams, and trampled beneath the callous hooves of Mr Pluperfect on his way to victory in a stunning time?
But I feel in my bones it's not going to happen. It's a pity this is not fiction or our heroine would at this very moment be receiving the happy news and if she does, I willl rush to blog it at once.
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