Begin the Beguine...

Right. So here I am on a miserable rainy day ( don't give me this crap about how much we need it, I want to wallow in my precipitation gloom thank you very much), a day which shall go down in the annals as the day I finally started this infernal blog. I have been meaning to start one for a while now and my brilliant partner and best friend Sophie has been egging me on and so here I am. Egged. Usually at no loss for words or opinions, not sure I have much of great relevance to say today on horses or any other subject. Except to say I read a terrific anecdote from Lincoln last night in which he tried to outfox a rival who bet him that whatever horses they brought to trade, the other was obliged to take it or suffer the loss of $50. So of course the rival turns up dragging the sorriest bag-o-bones horse you've ever laid eyes on while Abe arrived with a sawhorse over his shoulder. Abe said he thought he definitely got the worse end of the deal...

Have just gotten off the phone with a client who reminded me mid-conversation that Louis XIV said dismissively that the Dutch were " a tiny nation of shopkeepers". I absolutely ADORE that someone managed to work that tidbit into a conversation about Friesians!