Land of nod

I fell back to sleep this morning, (Jees that makes me feel guilty but it was good!). I was having a a really vivid dream that we'd bought a house somewhere on the coast (nowhere near here) it was like a country house and it had some stables out the back. As we moved in I joked about getting a horse, although I knew we couldn't afford it. After looking around the house I had my first proper look outside. We had a fairly steep but manageable bank/path that led directly to the beach which stretched out with golden sand. Going back up to the back of the house I investigated the stables. I had thought they were just a couple of shabby stalls in an oversized garden but discovered infact at least six, quality looseboxes and if I remember right another block a little further on beside a decent sized field. There was a neat muckheap near the yard and a larger one at the bottom of the field.
I realised I could start a livery business that would bring some income and pay for me to have a horse. I put an ad in the local shop that afternoon and got a call within hours. A mother and daughter came later leading a bay horse, nice, about 15.2hh. We introduced ourselves and I got him settled in. I asked what he was eating and was shocked when she reeled off a list of anything other than horse feed (sweets, chocolate, casseroles) I tried to explain that most horses ate mix or nuts, even oats, sugar beet but they were unfazed. so I thought to myself I'll just feed him properly. The days rolled on, I felt at home mucking out and doing all things horsey. For some reason when the Mum and girl arrived one night they questioned wether there horses stable had been mucked out. I was confused and realized despite being early evening I hadn't done it. Still I got pissed off when they started asking what was in his hayrack. "Hay" I snapped "its what horses eat". Ok they said and went on there way. I thought they were odd from the start, at least the mother. That night after they left I got a call from someone warning me that they frequently stabled the horse at different yards, only to leave without paying up. I was fed up at being taken for a mug and was planning how to keep the horse so they couldn't do a runner.

Also mixed up somewhere was the night before Abi's birthday and we couldn't afford to get her anything. I borrowed some money and desperately ran round the shops with an hour til close.

Anyway then I woke up. Realised we hadn't moved and I hadn't really got my own yard. GUTTED.