Although I have ridden horses for many, many years, not one single photo of me on a horse exists. There are many pictures of me standing next to horses, however. I think this is odd. Does it indicate that every time I get onto a horse I become a vampire? Is horse-riding a major cause of temporary vampirism? Because, you know, I don't remember any of this in 'Buffy'...
I'm riding the one in the middle. Edward Cullen is on the bay and Spike is at the front. Mitchell fell off. And, if you look carefully, you can see my medieval siege weapon in the foreground.
This is just one of the major discoveries I've made during the past week. I am a part time vampire. It's amazing the things you find out, going through your holiday photos.
Other discoveries include:
That I have been brainwashed by Lord of the Rings, into believing that woodland elves are beautiful. Sigh. Not a mistake I shall be making again.
There. I hope you've all enjoyed a quick canter through my holiday snaps. If you wish to see any more then do pop over, I shall be pleased to regale you with all two thousand pictures, wine and cheese, and possibly a slap around the face when you start to drift off at around picture one thousand four hundred and nine.
And now I have to go and find a cure for horse-borne vampirism. I suspect it involves secret herbs, incantations at midnight and a hefty application of a rolled-up copy of the Radio Times.
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