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Hovis’ Friday diary: I have looked death in the eye... and kicked him in the goolies
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Hovis’ Friday diary: I need your good vibes...
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘I wouldn’t look out of place on Hunstanton sea front under the pseudonym Hillary’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘If looks could have killed...’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘The most loathed word in the equine dictionary’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: I’ve never been so insulted in my life
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Hovis’ Friday diary: I’ve had the most wonderful week...
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Hovis’ Friday diary: I am still firmly grounded
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Hovis’ Friday diary: I have to question how life can get any worse...
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ’suddenly the mood went blacker than mother’s heart’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘please pray for my parts’
Things have taken a turn for the worse for Hovis this week
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Hovis’ Friday Diary: A glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel...
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Hovis’ Friday diary: this will never be spoken of again, but the trauma will be with me for life
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘She declared the session over and vaulted off me’
“I spooked violently sideways, before dashing off across the school at full-pelt”
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘my foot is a lot more balanced than she is mentally’
‘On Friday mother and I were reunited once more’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: we cannot un-see the sights we were subjected to
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Hovis’ Friday diary: dancing shoes on, then it’s time to board Hoverine airlines
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Hovis’ Friday diary: a mane and man-garden massacre
Hovis has had an encounter with some scissors
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Hovis’ Friday diary: mother is looking for volunteers to pilot Hoverine airlines...
“She should have just set fire to a bunch of £20 notes in the car park”
