sidney, my welsh pony

For everyone's general information bank, it has come to my attention that my first horse was a Welsh pony named Sidney. It is obvious that moving to Wales was fated from my earliest history. (just thought you should all know this.)

The sneaky signal has disappeared again -- boo. But am early for class and am playing on lab computer.

Yesterday, Llandaff Rotary had a charity walk and I valiantly participated, adding my cough to the melodious sounds of the birds along the Taff River as we walked through Bute Park. One point of cultural difference, however: when one participates in any sort of walking event at home, one would think to wear comfortable, excerise type gear, right? T-shirts (long or short sleeve, or both layered), walking trousers (you DON'T say "pants" here -- it is not nice), etc. So thinking I was properly fit-looking, I toodle off to find everyone dressed as if for a J.Crew photoshoot! Dear, dear, I do seem to guess wrong here... but bravely I forged on walking with Bagel, the Jewish miniature dachsund, and her friend, Polly (both pictured to R, walking along the Taff River trail) and thoroughly enjoyed myself.

Until Graham and Jane and James took me to the Manor Park Hotel for lunch....with me in my Walking Gear. And everyone else in their Sunday best in the restaurant. Can we get any more Bridget Jones than this? (There is absolutely NO reason for anyone to respond to this question -- it is merely intended as a rhetorical device.)

Class begins. Ta!