Horsey women

A horsey woman rode past our house the other evening. You get quite a lot of them round here. Either that, or it's the same one going round and round again. To be honest, it's hard to tell because:

  • they like to look down on you from their horses, but I'm damned if I'm going to give them the satisfaction of looking up at them
  • if you do sneak a sly glance, they all look the bloody same: jodphurs, funny teeth, plaited hair, pokers up their bottoms

I must admit, I find this women riding round on horses malarkey a bit distasteful. In the olden days, people rode horses to get to other places. Fair enough, I'll have that. But we've got cars nowadays; what possible reason could they have for riding around on top of a huge horse? I think it's rather sordid.

And, if they're just doing it for a bit of fun, why do they look so utterly bloody miserable all of the time?


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