Horsies!

Is it very odd and wrong of me - well, it's obviously wrong, but is it odd? - to be surprised every time the boys react to passing horses? We have mounted policepersons hereabouts, and every now and then they clip-clop down the alley behind the house; and I hear it and note it and take it for granted, and the boys get wildly excited and bounce into the windows to see the horsies as they pass, and every time I'm a little taken aback. I keep expecting them to have become blasé, or just to treat it as another traffic-noise, and every time I'm wrong.

If they could smell 'em, it might be different - but they can't do that, in a house that's insulated and double-glazed. It's just that particular noise triggers them. They don't care about dogs any more, but horses will still get them every time. I think they're odd, but they may think the same of me.

Retail adventures: doin' it right

In other news, I shopped today for groceries. Came home with wine, persimmons and chocolate. It's hard to imagine a better mix of goodness.

(Should you be wondering, I plan a persimmon cake, with persimmon syrup on the side. It's fruits! It's healthy!)