Shoot me if I ever let slip I’ve been mucking out with rubber gloves and a dustpan and brush.
As God is my witness, I have just left a stable yard where the clientele were all ‘non-riders’ — women whose only joy in horse-owning was to make the mucking out last as long as possible.
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