This picture was taken yesterday and posted quickly but it deserves a blog of It’s OWN, so here it is. I was taking a refreshing walk along the very busy path of Louvre Gardens, and the police on horse back came riding gracefully by. I stopped them to take a picture because in Australia, you don't see this on the streets. I COULDN’T help getting closer and kissing the lead horse (in the middle) on the bridge of his nose. He got very excited and turned to the horse on this left and began kissing her passionately, which was recripricated by the other horse. The police started laughing but at the same time amazed – and I was lucky enough to have the touchpad ready set on camera to take this awesome shot – it was a rippa.
A bystander holding his hat stopped right next to me while facing the police and said, ‘gosh, you've got great energy, the minute you kissed that horse he came to life, can you give me one too?’ I laughed and said ‘NO!’
So he is this awesome picky.
THE following information are reminder notes for viewers emailing me with the same questions:
So here I thought I'd make something very clear, I DO NOT BABYSIT, I DO NOT OWN A MOBILE PHONE BECAUSE I CAN'T AFFORD THE CREDIT and I DO NOT OWN A PUSH BIKE because I CAN'T AFFORD replacement tubes (When I am not carting around the Portable Work-Station, I walk everywhere and that's my choice)
I HAD A PUSH FOR 2 WEEKS LAST YEAR AND MY HUSBAND ORGANISED A COUPLE OF AMERICANS HE KNEW TO FOLLOW ME AROUND ON HIRED SCOOTERS AND PUT HOLES IN THE TIRES. The first two punctures I could replace but by the 8th hole, it was a monetary problem, so I gladly got rid of the bike.
(The picture below is of a push bike tied to the fence, right next to where I sleep each night. It's not mine and the owner is unknown to me; which sometimes happens)
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