A very good friend is away. She messaged that she was on the White Horse at 7 am. I didn’t understand her. At first I thought it was a pub but she doesn’t drink and it didn’t fit. Then I thought she went for a horse ride so I messaged that I didn’t know she rode. Then I realised she was talking about the chalk white horse she visits when she is in the area. Silly me!
Pages
Categories
-
Archives
-
Links
-
Meta