"There Are No Horses In Swindon"

I woke up desperate to shake off some very weird dreams, so after I made brekkie for the girls (bacon and egg today, lucky things!) I headed out for a run. I managed to keep going for 60 minutes before I had to stop, and that certainly helped to blow away the cobwebs in my head.

The title of this blip relates to a very weird conversation I had with Rhi... we were clearing up after dinner and chatting about nothing in particular when she said, very matter-of-factly, "Well, there are no horses in Swindon"... Turns out she was trying to say that Swindon is a one-horse town.

That girl, she makes me smile.

Not a lot else going on here... the kitten has a chest infection and keeps letting out these pitiful little cries, but nothing seems to comfort him. I'm hoping his antibiotics will have kicked in by tomorrow.