Thistledown Farm

Diary of a loser....?

 Vanessa was the cutest 'chick' I had seen and after a long string of girlfriends, of which one never lasted longer than a few weeks I decided to ask Vanessa if she would do me the great honor of becoming my wife.

And guess what ? She said 'yes'. So everything was planned. I bought her an expensive engagement ring. Both sets of our parents were well pleased.

 Vanessa became the center of my life. I couldn't stop thinking about....how married life together would be , and after all she had got the 'catch' of her life in me. I was....well I guess you could say I was handsome to say the least.

Oh yes....my name is Kyle McCormack, did I already tell you that ? I considered myself as the most eligible bachelor and catch of the year.

 Well to cut a long story short....Vanessa sort of got 'cold feet' and left me....standing at the altar....there I was....standing like an idiot....waiting for it to sink in. Loser or what ?

Things couldn't get much worse or could it ? Father called around to my rented luxury apartment to offer some well meaning advice. Like 'better forget her son' , and 'there's plenty more fish in the sea'.     You know the sort of advice, urging me to get back to work and stop moping about the place...not that I was feeling sorry for myself !

 Anyway two weeks later I got this 'official' looking letter in the post and I was toying with the idea of whether or not to open it. As I was buttering my toast with Flora, I could hear this little voice of my mother in my head saying, 'You won't know what's in it unless you open it Kyle'. She was a wise woman....my mother.

So there I was , sipping Kenco coffee from a mug, staring at the now open letter. My jaw must of dropped open....I could hardly believe my eyes. Seems a rich 'Uncle' of a cousin twice removed had left me....property in his will.

 I got the deeds from the appointed solicitor. Thistledown Farm Riding Stables it said on the papers, but what would I want with a riding stables ? Money, income for a start. Things were beginning to look up. I packed up all of my belongings and sent it ahead, said goodbye to the past and hello to the future. Future here I come.

 And as for my diary....well I threw it away. Much more sensible to type it into my laptop with a hard to crack password....like 'password'. Hey I was full of ideas.

 Was THIS the place ?  Well it did say 'Thistledown Farm Riding Stables' on the sign post that was half hidden under the grass and weeds that were more than three feet high ! I could make that out....just. Think I should of checked the property out first. I may have 'jumped the gun' here but I could see the potential of the place. After half an hour checking out the house I thought it's not  too bad, needs a lick of paint and the guttering seen to. Then I checked the barn....it had two loose horse boxes in need of a little repair and a place for saddles and tack. Also there was 4 empty bins which I suspect they had been used for feed of some sort and an area to keep hay.

 Then there was the other paddock area and a little grazing beyond.There also was a meadow in need of cutting and turning into hay.Hey ! Free hay. Yeah, I could really picture me here making a go of the riding stables. I could buy a few horses and hey presto ! That all sounds fine in theory you might say but I hadn't been around horses or rode since I was fourteen years old. All I remembered about the four-legged beasts were (1) they bite (2) they kick (3) they can throw you off when you least expect It....sure there was another one....Oh yes (4) keep YOUR feet out of THEIR way! Hmm ! I rubbed my chin in deep thought. I'm sure I could add more stables as and when needed.   Mother thought I would be lonely after 'city life', but I assured her I would not be alone for long.

 Have you met my dog ? I picked her up from the dog pound on the way over here. We hit it off straight away and I knew she would be loyal and never desert me like Melissa or Tessa or whatever her name was....see I have forgotten her already. I named my dog 'Life' , because life's a bitch....or so it seemed.

 Thought for the day....sorry....I will have to work on that one.