So much for summer - it lashed with rain this morning, so much so that my pal Michelle and I couldn't go riding as planned. Spent the morning grooming coats and picking out hooves instead. Oh it's a glamorous life. Weird bus journey back to town - an older guy who had apparently run in the 1980 Moscow Olympics was trying to entice me to the pub at midday - alas I felt less than alluring in my crappy jodhpurs and anorak so had to decline, went to work instead.
Ran round shops at lunchtime looking for nice new undies to wear on my hot date tomorrow. The shopping gods were not smiling upon me as all the bras were for tiny bosoms and all the knickers were size 20 and so on. Now I want the fella to got my knickers off, but wearing ones so large they fall down off their own accord is perhaps a little too forward even for me. And I do object to paying 20 for a pair of teeny weeny drawers that don't even have an arse on them. Bah.
Ran round shops at lunchtime looking for nice new undies to wear on my hot date tomorrow. The shopping gods were not smiling upon me as all the bras were for tiny bosoms and all the knickers were size 20 and so on. Now I want the fella to got my knickers off, but wearing ones so large they fall down off their own accord is perhaps a little too forward even for me. And I do object to paying 20 for a pair of teeny weeny drawers that don't even have an arse on them. Bah.