My very first challenge days after I was diagnosed was given to me by my best friend Jenny. Knowing that Lois and I would donate a kidney for the chance of seeing the Spanish Riding School, she had lovingly booked a couple of tickets for their first London Tour in 5 years. I remember thinking it was a daunting 3 months in the future and I couldn’t be sure how I would be feeling or whether my mum, who has hippophobia would have to go in my place. Thankfully for both of us that was not the case.
So after banking a load of sleep and taking an industrial supply of bacterial hand wipes and a promise to wear my ‘Michael Jackson eat your heart out’ mask, I set off with Lois, determined to avoid the great unwashed!
It worked a treat as miraculously we appeared to re-enact the parting of the red sea wherever we went. We were warned the horses were easily spooked and no flash photography was allowed, which like all good citizens, we ignored. So I figured if the horses could put up with red flashes going off around the arena, my terrorist mask was the least of their problems.
The nobility of the horses and riders brings a lump to your throat and once they filled the arena with the regal sound of the Overture to Suite No.1 in F Major from Handel’s Water Music, I was a gonna! I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Thank you Jenny.
And to complete a wonderful day, Super Dad and Super Mum were waiting outside to drive us back home! This happily coincided with a rush to Wembley for the X Factor quarter final results so traffic was beginning to resemble a Beijing Expressway. Never one to sit in a traffic jam when there is an illegal bus route he can take, My Dad set off on a mission to beat the traffic. The next bit in the family script is for my mother to give him a good ticking off which of course she didn’t disappoint!
I am back home now and hungry as a horse watching Tim wrestle with 3 separate meals. Stew for Joseph, Spinach and egg curry for me and vegetarian sausages for Lois. Yummy.
p.s. Yes Hippophobia is a fear of horses. Totally unfair of me as my mum has had to conquer this fear after taking on my horsey duties and accompanying Lois to the stables. No mean feat when Welly (the pony) is less than gentlemanly and liable to put the willys up anyone!