Not all that long ago I was in possession of a large pair of hypothetical male reproductive parts, I was irritatingly confident and loved a challenge, it appears that one day I woke up and someone (someone lucky) stole them from my person. It felt like overnight, I had a lovely thoroughbred, aiming for the grand illusion of Badminton Horse Trials, only to come out in a cold sweat at the thought of putting on the saddle! Who knows what it was, but I just couldnt seem to find my seemingly stolen balls. Some days, even now, I wake up full of enthusiasm, sit at my desk registering my over horsed self for a British Eventing membership and then clicking theclose windowbutton at the very last minute. Join me on my journey whilst I prepare for my first eventing season in 10 years and I hope my tale of scraping together shreds of my dignity and self-confidence help you in some way, even if just for a laugh!!!