Riding her horse Sally all by herself.
TG (this lot cost me two packets of crisps I’ll have you all know!)
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.
I am still recovering from the shock of paying so much for a pair of walking boots. £79.99 for a pair of walking boots! Boots that will get muddy and dirty and wet. Its not often that I buy myself any new items of clothing. I’m simply not into clothes at all. Of course I need to wear them, but anything I buy has to be cheapo. I honestly can’t recall paying so much on a coat or an outfit never mind a pair of walking boots! What rankles the most is that K’s boots look practically identical to mine and certainly as well made, yet cost less that half the price! If only the assistant had informed me that my final choice was not in the sale, I would have acted like one of the ugly sisters and squeezed my feet into the toe pinching, tight fitting, bunion rubbing one’s instead.