When I got up this morning, I should have been busy tidying up the flat and doing some ironing. I say should have because the moment I looked out of the window at the glorious October blue sky, and urged on by one of my blogging friends I threw caution to the winds, thought ‘Dang it!’ (or words to that effect) and armed with my trusty camera, set off on a lone adventure to who knows where. I had no idea where I would end up, I did have some letters to post so that quest would have to feature in which direction I took, but as for the rest I would let fate decide where I eventually was to land up by catching the train. So whichever train arrived first, I would venture there. This glorious October weather was far too good to waste!
This morning I have been forced to listen for the hundredth time (and watch via YouTube) the opening song to Mr Ed. sigh. So as its Friday and I don’t see why I should end the working week (for those who work) suffering alone, here is the offending video. (I’m beginning to regret these horse riding lessons!) She says that she can remember watching Mr Ed on the television as a young girl. Next she’s be pestering me to send off for a CD of Mr Ed songs. Either that, or a DVD of his old programs. I bet anything that she is expecting the horses at the riding school to talk back to her.
As K and I stood waiting for our taxi yesterday in Tesco’s car park, we were nearly given a close body shave by a driver who pulled up sharply in the taxi pick up area, where he got out of his rather posh large car and leaving his car door open, quickly dashed over to the cash machines. He was fairly young and sported some designer sunglasses. On returning to his car a few minutes later, he glanced back at both of us as if we were something the cat had dragged in, climbed back in and drove off with the usual flourish that some drivers do who think they are a cut above the rest. All that was missing was the screech of tyres and both of us left standing there covered in a cloud of dust. As he sped away I noticed the last letters of his number plate.
B F A. Can you guess what I said they stood for to cause K to howl with laughter?