27 May 2016
The
dwindling self-esteem that accompanies my descent into incredibly old age continues
apace. During a meeting with a (young) superannuation adviser (..a pointless
exercise, as it turns out I will very likely have to work until I am
approximately 97), I explained my (rather expensive) lifestyle included
supporting my horses in the manner to which they have become accustomed. At the
end of the meeting he politely asked who rode these horses of mine…and almost
managed to hide his disbelief when I told it was me. He was clearly under the
impression that someone of my advanced years would be incapable of even
clambering aboard a horse, let alone embark on steering this long-suffering
horse around a dressage arena. I was tempted to show him the video of me and
Willo galloping flat out…but thankfully realised
in time that this may just have cemented his view of the unlikelihood of a
person of my advanced years having any abilities at all in the equestrian
sphere.
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