Really, the moral of the story, is that sadly there are two of us... :
Those whom have been stuck a quarter of a decade ...
and i didn't really understand that stuckness until meeting one not stuck.
Just one!
Who had real conversation with real feeling about getting back on one's horse.
Now of course as the world never mind YUK became so so towny self-pitying and (as we agreed on our lovely walk yesterlunchtime, and this time I'm not to "be shot") 'melodramatic', as that is the townsfolk psychological 'setting'.
Unlike the inner setting, so lifetime-intrestingly seen once again on the winterfest day (as really after the thrid reencounter yestereve i can't ever use their name day ever again not out of anger me i never am but really.... really... to quote it never having seen it! thats what i call sadly cynical) , nearly fifty years on!
And then those whom are the majority created by the nervy precious townsfolk who started to see 'getting back on one's horse' as some kind of emotional sleight... a sign of secret inner child abuser
In 2004 i even stood up in a courtroom having learned by then no lawyer woman or man was any kind of a real human - the only one in that room who was was indeed Wales' 'first ever black judge' and that's quite something as one thing for sure about all provinces is they are 200 years behind the rest of modernity...
[him bouffanted - highly paid on YOUR taxpayer dosh, Dominic blessim ] " ehh your On Her.... we have had a report in from the mother that he did knowingly subject his child to growing up by dint of her falling off her little nag and not feeling great at all about life, or continuing her once a week riding all the tramp could afford.... and he forced her neigh your on her FORCED her back on crying and wailing... wer rest our case.."
" ehhh right you know i don't respect anyone here even you matey up there that last statement in calling you 'venal' [ the worst insult you can publicly accuse any judge of being JUST FOR FUN!! country peeps know words are often just for fun...actions are all that matters..] ..if i can tell you a little story....so mine lass .. well by now six is a good age to learn some reality... and she has a lifelong lovely close warm relationship with our friend Tracey who was the riding instructoress known her all her life as humble as me both of us could never afford our own nags in fact Tracey used to clean houses i treated myself to a cleanin' lady, her, for my 40th and then realised well i get acvtual pleasure having no slaves only ever doing my own dirt... anyway mine lass always loved her day in the riding ring with Tracey or sometimes Becky THE ultimate born-on-a-nag lovely woman bosslady... she always their slightly special celeb kid and they never judged as they knew mum never even deigned to see her own lass bouncing along .... always just dad coming up religiously once a fortnight all i could afford...
" anyway yes one day she bounces off.... whilst Tracey true expert is leading her over some small jumps and its slightly more an awkward fall than the previous few little bounces... and she has a little booboo [ inserted for the townsfolk for whom all became booboos and itzywitzies] .. or hurt bit ... and for the prescribed amount of attention-time exactly two minutes most kids that age are programmed to need attention she has her stage centre performance....
" and then most lovingluy the two adults there who have to fight for the love they have for the little one still a tad weteyed....we so gently ease her back on and even do the big one ' you know the big girls that come here you love to watch galloping over the big jumps... well they know the secret that until you have fallen off ten times well you dont really learn to ride what are we up to now...ehh seven i think... '
" and that works....and within a few minutes she is back on and laughing ....
" but it remained still as a new psychological thing within her ... just a little hot and cold trepidatious... over the next few journeys up to riding lessons every other Thursday way up in the hills sometimes she would use her new RIGHTFULLY earned power over dad to kindof gain her equal power in the equation ... ' i dont know if i really want to go riding again ...'
" so one day .. it wouldnt be right to say bored of this new aggro as thats a parent's job to accept new periods of challenge... i concocted a cunning plan, i would even if i couldnt really afford it but a few times a year, hire two nags for an hour .. one of the little uns for lass and a biggish pone for me.... and as Becky knew i was pure Farmer Ridd, just from my bearing the day we first met... bulletproof unruffled by even a loony nag abused in its yoof, attempting to dominate with a bite or whatknot.... she always allowed me to go off unaccompanied dad 'n lass ona couple of nags up out onto the hills alone ...despite their insurance prohibiting unofficial riders going off alone ...me i dont believe in ANY training ever for anything even 'lawyerin' your Onnish....
" but on the way up to The Begwyns 500m away there was a small riding jumping enclosure and i said to lass 'its years since i had a little jump these are really small ones i bet i could jump them safely and not hurt myself ' and went in and lined up looking all worried and scaredy cat....
" and then trotting up to a pole on the ground i pulled the nag to a slight stop with the reign she couldnt see, and slid off over its front .... gesticulating 'ohh my god ohh i'll hurt my old fart of a self ' as i tumbled... onto the so hardground...
" and bang on cue young lass starts laughing and teasing and totally 100% 'gets it' - we are all equal lifes got its ups and downs and ... dad [acts] limping back to his nag and wiping the tears of pain gets back into his saddle....
" and the epitaph as soon as we get back to Becky's stables the very first thing of course she MUST tell absolutely everyone she meets even age six iks how her useless dad fell of his horse too!
"and despite what this parasite upon society Dominic here has told you, to line his pockets further with legal aid cash.... i knew my lass grew rather a lot that day.... and learned real life"
That's how you win a real test of not even 'strength' but 25 years of awful parasitism using 'feelings' as education when in fact its far more about real feelings which can only ever be learned DOing real things...
As one finest judge ever immediately knewtoo...
" case adjourned...no we wont be needing any further evidence thank you Mister Boothroyd ... when will you learn...we're dealing with reality in here not made up nonsense to further delay what you lost and he won, a year ago! "
