Every night before she goes to sleep and every morning when she wakes up she checks with me if she's calculated correctly the number of days before her next riding lesson. It will end in tears, as I can't afford the lessons, let alone the kit. It's even worse when I think about last years letter to Father Christmas, which requested in the following order: 1. A pony, 2. A laptop, 3. A pig.
I dread to think what will be on the list this year!
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