|No Resemblance To Any Person Living Or Dead
||[May. 8th, 2014|10:49 am]
She's doing her dream job but she's not very good at it. One of my mother's horses was the best that ever passed through her stables- It actually won races- so when it got hurt she fed it some extra special feed to make it fit to run in its next race and got fined £1,000 for doping. If her life were a Hollywood movie my mother's one remaining horse- the one that falls over fences- will suddenly develop an unsuspected talent and win the Grand National....|
I try to like her because my mother does but I find her obsequious. She makes me think of wilted lettuce.