Small boy gives me a huge connecting hug and lays his head on my chest.
Hearing horses hooves I go to the window. 2 well turned out horses clatter past. They look like part of the hunt. I say a prayer for the fox.
Listening to radio 3, on a whim I reach for the bubbles and watch as they float gracefully down reflecting the lightness of the music.
Bit of that
Fox hunting
Still the most efficient way of ruining crops, frightening sheep, eradicating domestic pets and annoying townies.
(The Oldie Dictionary For Our Time)
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