MrsMozart
Just passing through...
It's when you go to a meeting, in all your smart finery, complete with long cashemere coat. The setting is top notch mercantile splendour, with hot and cold running waiters, the country's finances is determiend in these very rooms, and you put your hand in your pocket (for why we need not know) and pull out:
One hoof pick; one half empty packet of Polos; two packets of Bute; three plaiting bands; and a fluffy assortment of hay/straw/shavings.
I wouldn't mind, but the bl00dy coat had never, ever been to the blinking blinking yard!
Ho hum.
One hoof pick; one half empty packet of Polos; two packets of Bute; three plaiting bands; and a fluffy assortment of hay/straw/shavings.
I wouldn't mind, but the bl00dy coat had never, ever been to the blinking blinking yard!
Ho hum.