Thursday, 22 March 2012

Equinophobes abstain

What's new? Oh, mainly PONIES.




OH GOD SO MANY PONIES.




(Yes, well spotted, that is actually the same pony twice. She was the most sociable, or possibly "aggressive" might be more accurate. Do not hurt me, pony, I have more apple)


When I woke up in my treehouse nest this morning and looked out of the window to realise that there about thirty short, fat, hairy, muddy ponies milling about, it was almost eery, as if someone had peeped into my soul to see precisely what it most wanted and needed.



"Ms Beddington? Here are the ponies you cosmically ordered. They come with 20°C and a pain au chocolat. Have a nice day".

DAMMIT. I should have ordered a book deal. Or a job. Or yes, world peace, whatever. But the ponies were pretty good.



You may note that behind this pony I am bribing to get into my handbag with an apple whilst still in my dressing gown due to over-excitement, there is an ACTUAL SHORT FAT PONY FOAL.



Do not be afraid, little horse. The Toyota Yaris is extremely spacious, and full of .. oats?





(Enough pony pictures, Ed).


Ok, look, here's the treehouse.



Here's the treehouse balcony:




And here's the view from the treehouse:



(I can still see a pony, Ed)

It was all gorgeous, and indeed, even without p****s, it would have been gorgeous. I haven't taken any pictures of the inside due to incompetence, but it was pretty and luxurious and comfortable with hot water and electricity and a coffee machine and you forgot you were in a tree until bluetits started pecking at your breakfast; Rich? Like equines and nature and so on? Live anywhere near, er, Brabant Wallon? Do go, it's beautiful.

I do not think the Treehouse Experience was a particular boost to the whole health thing, since there was lots of lovely booze, and a lot of those peculiar purple crisps, but I did trial ('trial'. Get me. 'Place over my vile kapok bark face, with tipsy abandon' would be more accurate) this overnight face mask which I actually thought was pretty decent: lovely scent, quite softening. I would use again (incidentally, I have - obviously - not been paid to mention any products I have been using in this half-arsed health kick, but most of them came free in one way or another, accumulated over the last few years. If I bought this stuff I would no longer be able to afford, eg. water and electricity. I bought my own Tom Ford Flamingo lipstick though, because I am 87% brain dead. Soon I will run out of free stuff lurking in the bathroom cupboard and will be back to eg. chip fat and Nivea).

How do I look? Like a piece of kapok bark blissed out on pony endorphins.

9 comments:

Margaret said...

OH MY LORD IN HEAVEN ABOVE I WANT A BABY PONY!!!!

That treehouse looks mighty lovely, by the way. Did you have to climb a ladder to get up there?

Anna Maria said...

What a great place.
I am glad you liked the mask:-)

Fat Pony said...

PONIES.

Johnners said...

Oooh, ponies! And a treehouse! It's like being 9 all over again, love it.

Amanda Blog and Kiss said...

Squeeeeee! Small things! Small ponies!

cruella said...

My sister had horses for quite a few years, and yes, we were blessed with a foal of this kind: http://www.freewebs.com/stolplyckansfjordhastar/Heikas%20fol.jpg

Her little nose fitted exactly in my cupped palm.

Tinne from Tantrums and Tomatoes said...

You had me at ponies

Dara said...

Treehouse and ponies??!! Sign me up!

Tania Kindersley said...

YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MANY PONY PICTURES!!! You see, the ponies have caused me to break my rules about capital letters and exclamation marks. (The thin end of the wedge has in fact been inserted when it comes to caps. They are now all over my blog.) But PONIES. Too much. :)