Some things I have been doing

[kabbes]

1. Weekend before last, I went to Cowpie. This is a big annual country show near where I live. It was most entertaining and had excellent fudge. It also had, in no particular order:
   
   
   • A JCB tractor thing raising its bucket with fireworks in it to the sounds of "Fanfare for the Common Man"
   • Royal Artillery motorcyclists who apparently can only

Comments

[missfran]

[i]"No such word as 'can't', Conor, now get back in the middle and carry on with it. You're just embarrasing yourself." Marvellous stuff.[/i]

:D I like your riding teacher.

I love country fairs. Did you buy jam?

[kabbes]

No, FUDGE. Maaaan, I love the fudge. I spent £7 on pick-and-mix fudge and ate it all and felt very, very sick.

I prefer our other riding teacher, who is the poshest woman in the whole world and calls 5-year-old boys "old chap" and uses words like "jolly" a lot.

[missfran]

I sidestepped the fudge, not liking it much myself. I prefer peppermint creams.

[kabbes]

Mmmmm peppermint cream

[delphica]

Fair fudge is THE BEST, I agree. I always buy a ridiculous amount and then make a pretense of sharing it, but it's one of those things where I offer someone a piece and then gobble down three or four. Repeat ten times.

I love your riding instructor!

[kabbes]

They had my favorite -- coffee and walnut. But they also had BANANA FUDGE. I'm not ordinarily a big banana fan but I had to have banana fudge.

Typing banana repeatedly is weird.

[delphica]

I love coffee, I haven't had banana but it sounds intriguing. I think I'm the opposite of you -- I like bananas a lot, but I seldom like anything banana-flavored other than a real banana. I would try the banana fudge at least once, though. Yes, it is weird to type banana that many times.

My favorites are plain chocolate, chocolate with peanut butter swirl, and chocolate coated with crunchy maple sugar. They also have a kind which is creamy maple fudge blended in, but I like it better as a crunchy topping.

[kabbes]

Oh, and about the riding instructors: all of them at the stables are properly British old-school types that don't believe in any kind of mollycoddling. You see children barely beyond babes-in-arms on top of fair-sized ponies and the instructors are urging them to be firm, apply the whip and get cantering. And if they're anything less than positive, the instructors give them a right tongue-lashing. "Why are you looking at the ground? You have to be positive in this life, my girl! Now give him a kick and get moving!"

My favorite moment was when the instructor tried to tell Charlotte and I about good horsemanship. She did this in front of the rest of the class, who were all aged less than 8-10. She told us loudly that controlling horses was like controlling children -- and then made a comment about using the whip that made it sound like she thought children need the same. I'm sure it was unintentional but the poor kids looked absolutely terrified!