DIAL L FOR LOVE...

How did we ever live before you could wake up in the morning with a song stuck in your head and immediately watch the video on youtube? I really don't remember.

This morning my song was Word Up by Cameo. (That's quite a codpiece first thing in the a.m.)

I took my new shoes for a spin this morning and so far, so comfy. I'm always schlepping about on foot and after years of pounding the streets in summer wearing ballet flats or flimsy sandals with paper thin soles, I finally worked out why my feet and knees are so fucked up. So these shoes are actually quite sensible - supportive and all that. I'm trying to be restrained with the post moth-alyptic wardrobe rehabilitation programme (POMOWARPRO) and not just go out and buy a whole bunch of stuff I don't love. I hope to wear these all summer long - and you might as well look cute while you're schlepping, right?

I think the colour goes quite well with my deathly pallor. I'm so glad I didn't get black as I now realise they would have looked too *snazzy*. I never end up with black shoes, which doesn't seem to have harmed me too much.

Anyway, continuing on my morning walk I started feeling a little horse.
*I have been dying to use that phrase.*

This is Thomas. He's a very placid gelding and he's quite small, which is good, as I'm fairly terrified of big horses after an *incident* a few years ago. He grazes in this totally incongruous paddock near my house. Yes, a random paddock, in a very urban area of London.

He belongs to some guys who have stables, (STABLES!) in the mews that runs along the back of the gardens in my street (where the coach houses would have once been - now mostly garages.) You can walk along the mews and they all connect up without you ever having to go on the street. I only found out about the horses the other day when my neighbour took me to visit their BABY SHETLAND PONY.

And now I'm all excited because I could walk Billy, who is the size of a dog, (I keep calling him Dave for some reason) up the mews and into my garden, which currently looks like this:

I could have a baby Shetland pony grazing in my garden! I'd never have to mow again! As if all that wasn't nearly too much, on the way back up the mews, almost opposite my garage we came upon this woman in full beekeeping gear (my neighbour took the pic, I was too shy.)

It was quite surreal to see her standing there in a swarm of bees. I must get some honey from her.

*Uh -oh, I can feel a blogging roll coming on. I have so many things swirling around in my head it feels like they'll all tumble out at once so check back; as I'll probably be posting more often than usual and over the weekend...