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This morning we had horses in our garden.
They were quite well-behaved horses- I mean, they left some pretty heavy hoofprints and ate some of the lawn and attacked the flower border, but we don't much care for it anyway, although some of the neighbours who were similarly treated may not be so philosophical. But they didn't trash the car, or knock down any trees, or cause a traffic accident (although they nearly managed that one, but not through impoliteness); they just wandered around carefully, eating grass. We called the local police, though, because the horses probably would have caused an accident sooner or later.
"Hello. I'm in Black Notley, and I have two horses in my garden."
"Ah, you'd be 11 Bulford Lane, then?"
It turns out someone had already reported the horses, and a patrol car was on the way. The horses wandered off up Brain Valley Avenue, so I just went to get the train 'cos they were out of line-of-sight. As I was walking up to the station, I saw a police car go by, closely followed by a small open-backed truck with two farmers in it, who asked me if I'd seen any horses. I directed them to Brain Valley Avenue. (As usual, I entirely missed the sarcastic comment that I'd have given to one of my characters in this situation, given there were horses in the field right next to us...)
Anyway, so much for today. Yesterday, I found out that I was a complete idiot, but only in the usual manner that I already knew about. Remember those maths questions that I moaned to a few of you about? I was doing the wrong exercise entirely... my teacher was quite surprised that I'd managed to do any of them. (And I did the first few on my own...) I'm quite glad this happened tho, 'cos now this whole topic I've been struggling with a little looks quite a bit easier...
Those white chocolate 'Dream' eggs are overrated. (I had one last night at college.) Then again, I don't like white chocolate as much as I once did.
Oh, and we had Parents' Evening at school. Everyone did say how good I was at the subjects, but Mr Fradley (Physics) had issues with my handwriting, Miss Bolton (Maths) told my parents about some, uh, spirited discussions we'd had over some maths, and I lost the bit of paper with appointments on, and Mrs Kerr had double-booked my appointment and refused to acknowledge I'd made one (even tho I could remember the details of the argument we had about it 'cos it was right next to another appointment, and my parents could see she'd remembered when I explained them to her).
They were quite well-behaved horses- I mean, they left some pretty heavy hoofprints and ate some of the lawn and attacked the flower border, but we don't much care for it anyway, although some of the neighbours who were similarly treated may not be so philosophical. But they didn't trash the car, or knock down any trees, or cause a traffic accident (although they nearly managed that one, but not through impoliteness); they just wandered around carefully, eating grass. We called the local police, though, because the horses probably would have caused an accident sooner or later.
"Hello. I'm in Black Notley, and I have two horses in my garden."
"Ah, you'd be 11 Bulford Lane, then?"
It turns out someone had already reported the horses, and a patrol car was on the way. The horses wandered off up Brain Valley Avenue, so I just went to get the train 'cos they were out of line-of-sight. As I was walking up to the station, I saw a police car go by, closely followed by a small open-backed truck with two farmers in it, who asked me if I'd seen any horses. I directed them to Brain Valley Avenue. (As usual, I entirely missed the sarcastic comment that I'd have given to one of my characters in this situation, given there were horses in the field right next to us...)
Anyway, so much for today. Yesterday, I found out that I was a complete idiot, but only in the usual manner that I already knew about. Remember those maths questions that I moaned to a few of you about? I was doing the wrong exercise entirely... my teacher was quite surprised that I'd managed to do any of them. (And I did the first few on my own...) I'm quite glad this happened tho, 'cos now this whole topic I've been struggling with a little looks quite a bit easier...
Those white chocolate 'Dream' eggs are overrated. (I had one last night at college.) Then again, I don't like white chocolate as much as I once did.
Oh, and we had Parents' Evening at school. Everyone did say how good I was at the subjects, but Mr Fradley (Physics) had issues with my handwriting, Miss Bolton (Maths) told my parents about some, uh, spirited discussions we'd had over some maths, and I lost the bit of paper with appointments on, and Mrs Kerr had double-booked my appointment and refused to acknowledge I'd made one (even tho I could remember the details of the argument we had about it 'cos it was right next to another appointment, and my parents could see she'd remembered when I explained them to her).
