Snippet #2366898

Tying Sage up outside the horsebox with a hay net, I looked around trying to work out where to go. Spotting what i guessed was the reception area, I Double checked the rope holding the little grey gelding and began heading towards it slowly, Glancing back at him every so often. My stomach began to twist and churn as i freaked out about talking. I wasn't at all good at being around people. Queing up behind the short line of people, I waited quietly for my go, rehersing my lines as i did so.

I could feel myself blushing as i walked towards the counter 'Can i..Umm..h-have the n-n-umbers for..Lucy brown" I just about managed to stammer trying hard to make myself understandable with my heavy irish accent. Nothing made me want to repeat the question. Her cold eyes scanned the list of packs before handing me a brown package. Tearing it open i read the sheets inside 'Stable 14..Room 13' It wasn't too bad 13 was my lucky number after all