He was frightened by a parked car a couple of days ago and got his pants in a right bunch. (It was causing a parking hazard and emergancy vehicles may not have been able to gain access to the stables apparently.) So he has to have a companion to go with him
So I dragged the protesting Kavi out of his comfortable barn to partake of the morning air. As usual leaving the yard he did his impression of a French aristocrat being dragged to the scaffold during a particularly busy morning in the midst of the Revolution.
Eventually we all got going and he even stopped sighing after half an hour, (Yes he does sigh). Rooster was well behaved too and we were on the last leg coming back down the Stoke St Milborough Rd which runs alongside the gallops when the telltale thunder of hooves on the other side of the hedge warned of the approach of some of Henry's Hopefuls excersizing.
Kavi leapt into the air suddenly galvanised by the memory of being a racehorse,it was as much as I could do to stop him jumping the hedge and joining in. He leapt and kicked shaking his head fit to bust and it took a good five minutes before he calmed down, and ten before my trousers dried. Memory is such a wonderful thing, just wait until I see a football match, I'll be on the pitch showing them what to do.
The changing season is a great excuse to renew your wardrobe and DJ has taken to modelling a new coat;
Opinion here at BC is divided, I think she has a touch of the look of Audrey Hepburn in her Breakfast at Tiffanys period, H thinks that she looks like a mangy dog in a football manager's coat and Housemate thinks that she looks like Ming the Merciless.
What do you think ?
