Having said earlier that I was brought up to se the funny side of things through life it has generally stood by me well.
I was working at a private stables. There were nine stables and all were full. The husband was away on business and his wife went to pick him up from the airport, leaving me to do all the horses.
It was probably one of the most hectic days of my career.
Two vets turned up at the same time to look at horses that were recuperating from injuries. Both vets disliked each other and sparks were flying.
No sooner had they left and a load of hay arrived, two days early. They left and a load of shavings arrived.
It was a horrible day, thick mist which although you never realised it was soaking through my clothes.
The morning had passed and I had not exercised any of the horses. I had lunged two when the muck lorry arrived to take the manure.
By 5 o'clock I was done in. I had not stopped all day, it was still thick mist, I was soaked and the sweater I was wearing had stretched to just above my knees. There was no sign of the bosses.
I had just finished feeding when their car pulled up. I was wet, covered in hay and shavings, fed up, annoyed that they had been so long and in a real hissy mood.
I was just about to empty the big barrow full of droppings collected during the day, when Guy came to see me. He looked me up and down and said "I do not like the way you are dressed. I have brought you a picture to show how they do it on Germany."
That did it, it was the straw that broke the donkey's back!
"That's it," I said through clenched teeth, "You find a Kraut to do all I have been doing, I am leaving at the end of next week!'
Guy started to say something when Margaret took his arm and led him away. She turned and said "I'll get changed and come help you."
"Don't bother," I snapped back, "I have finished."
They went off to the house. I was near to tears feeling sorry for myself. I grabbed the handle of the wheelbarrow and headed for the now empty muck heap. Now, this was a one wheeled but big barrow with side extenders and it was full to the top.
I went around on the concrete and sped up at the end of the concrete to get it over the hardcore that formed the base of the manure pile. I got about halfway when the wheel hit a brick that had been dislodged and over it went, not sideways but straight over. I tried to stop it tipping and hung onto the handles but this was a big mistake. The muck was heavier than me and the momentum carried me straight over the upside down barrow. I landed with my face in the muck but the spinning wheel caught my sweater and completely entangled together.
I lay there not sure what to do! I tied to stand but that was impossible, as was trying to wriggle out of the sweater!
I should really have burst into tears but I could visualise myself and saw the funny side. Had I been a witness to it happening to someone else I would have wet myself laughing and so I nearly did at my predicament!
I had to roll over onto my back with the barrow on top of me and hold it up with one hand whilst untangling the sweater with the other. WhenI finally stood up the sweater in the front was down to my ankles, the neck was down to my navel whilst the back was above my waistband. I just couldn't stop giggling as I locked up.
On entering the house, I stripped down to my panties and T shirt shoving everything else into the washer. I walked into the kitchen and there stuck on the French doors was a life size poster of a nude blond woman leading a horse through a field of long grass.
Written across it was "How they dress in Germany!"
I just roared again and continued to work there for at least a year.
In the end