So, my neighbour broke her leg today.

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By neighbour, I mean the lady who lives 2km down the road.
And by broke her leg, I mean she was kicked in the shin by a draught horse, who was tethered to the buggy she was driving at the time.
I've just finished unharnessing the buggy and moving the horse to the paddock, while the ambulance strapped her up and carted her off.
Bad break, blood everywhere.
She's actually lucky, as I was coming home from the accountant at the time this happened, and pulled up on the road to see why she'd stopped. Found her passed out in the buggy. At this time of day, I am pretty much the only person in our area who's around.

Great visit to the accountant though.... Might actually pay off the rest of the tax debt and still have a tidy sum returned this year!
 
By neighbour, I mean the lady who lives 2km down the road.
And by broke her leg, I mean she was kicked in the shin by a draught horse, who was tethered to the buggy she was driving at the time.
I've just finished unharnessing the buggy and moving the horse to the paddock, while the ambulance strapped her up and carted her off.
Bad break, blood everywhere.
She's actually lucky, as I was coming home from the accountant at the time this happened, and pulled up on the road to see why she'd stopped. Found her passed out in the buggy. At this time of day, I am pretty much the only person in our area who's around.

Great visit to the accountant though.... Might actually pay off the rest of the tax debt and still have a tidy sum returned this year!

What century is it in Australia?
 
What century is it in Australia?

She breeds and buggy-trains draught horses for sale all round the country. Shows and whatnot.
I'll try and get a pic of her beutiful stud horse - he's gigantic, black, and as gentle as a lamb.
Might have to wait a few days though.... he's up the back in her top paddock, and because of the rain I can't even get the quadbike up there.
 
She breeds and buggy-trains draught horses for sale all round the country. Shows and whatnot.
I'll try and get a pic of her beutiful stud horse - he's gigantic, black, and as gentle as a lamb.
Might have to wait a few days though.... he's up the back in her top paddock, and because of the rain I can't even get the quadbike up there.

Make sure to let BBS know that you're posting pics of a black stud.
 
Just heard from my neighbours husband - she's in surgery. The break is bad. Her tibia has been shattered and they are going to clean out all the bone shards. Can't pin or plate the break because of how it's been broken, so after they've cleaned it up she'll be in a full leg cast for a minimum of 3 months.
 
Damn, trivializes all the times a horse stepped on my foot and when one broke my finger.
Still love horses though (no, not in that way).
 
Now that she owes her life to you, and you're probably going to completely run her place for her for the next 3 months, and the tax windfall, you should buy her out, cheap.

Opportunity knocks.
 
Now that she owes her life to you, and you're probably going to completely run her place for her for the next 3 months, and the tax windfall, you should buy her out, cheap.

Opportunity knocks.

No thanx.
Her property is a lot bigger, and it's made up of other places they've aquired over the years. Meaning everything is really spread out.
Plus, I really don't need a big mortgage!
 
This reminds me of the time I was eating some of my extra money, and a thousand-dollar bill got caught in my throat. No one was around except Mohamed Ali and Socrates, the ancient Greek philosopher. Socrates used to crash at my place on weekends when he reanimated for too long, and Ali had just wandered in one day and stayed. It's not like I was going to tell either of them no, you know? lol. Anyway, there I am, about to choke to death on the distorted green face of Grover Cleveland when out of nowhere, Ali punches Socrates in the mouth. Socrates' face flies off and sticks to the wall like an ugly fertility mask. I start laughing and the soggy Grover Cleveland shoots from my mouth into the shaky hand of John Lennon, who I forgot to mention was also there. After that we all went out for drinks and frozen yogurt and won the lottery.

Anyhoo.
 
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