A Lady's Perceptive, by Lady Kay

As we drive around England, Donkey and I are coming up with all kinds of questions. Do people really eat meal worms? What is the difference between American football and rugby? Where do they keep the male sheep? What are faggots? (You don't want to know but a clue is they are on menus whereas I'd put them in the garbage.)

Some of these we've Googled, others we've yet to ascertain although from the argument I heard on the hill the other side of town during my walk yesterday morning I think the rams are there. "Baa!"  "Baaaa!" "Ba!" Translation: "She gave birth three weeks ago. Why isn't she home yet? Where's my breakfast?" "I know, man. So what if she had triplets?" "I need a pint!"

I just don't get tired of watching the lambs. The usual four , two black and two white, were playfully rowdy last night as while we were watching them a lady and her dog-carrying his own frisky as they often do here, passed us by and called the black ones "cheeky." Cheeky! We just love the British dialect. Cheeky. Naughty. Hoovering. Winded.

Speaking of naughty, both Donkey and I are being extreme lazy this morning. It's 10:30 in the morn and we are both in our jimmies, although breakfast (with tea, of course) is eaten and the dishes, washed. Donkey just asked me what we were doing today. Riding. Walking. Eating. Like we do pretty much every other day.

Poor Donkey is very upset about losing her blog she wrote on our Sunday in Stratford-Upon-Avon so Ill be sure to work on one next. We had a great day there, riding, walking, and eating. And enjoying the sunshine!