Dance like no one is watching

9 July 2016

Influenced in the cultural sphere by the recent operatic excursion of a Joyfallee resident, the Joyfallee plovers made a quick (though somewhat tiring) flight to Melbourne to see a performance of Swan Lake. They were suitably impressed, although came away thinking that a performance of Plover Lake may have been even more compelling. Inspired by the spectacle they have taken up ballet with a passion and are to be seen at all hours practising their dance positions, the arabesque being a particular favourite. There is, however, a darker motivation behind their enthusiasm, which is their hope that they can use their new found skills in an entirely different genre for the delivery of insults – via interpretive dance (of course accompanied by loud plovery percussion).  

Addiction

10 June 2016

Despite outward appearances, Chocolate Bunny is refusing to own up to any suggestion of a sparkling white wine dependence. 

Take a good hard look at yourself

8 June 2016

Will-O’-the-Wisp is shocked and appalled by his own behaviour in the dressage arena yesterday that saw him display some spontaneous, self-motivated energy. He has made a pledge that this will never occur again. Today in the dressage arena he stuck rigorously to his commitment. 

The kindness of strangers

3 June 2016

Thank you to the nice man in Woollies who stopped to tell me that he admired my long (paddock) boots (worn on my shopping trip because they are warm and practical) and that they looked hot!! (..I don’t think he was referring to their thermal insulation properties). He then proceeded to ask, unprompted, if I rode horses, and didn’t express surprise when I answered in the affirmative (ok I know the breeches accompanying the boots may have been a give-away – worn because I couldn’t be bothered changing). This unexpected exchange was a boost to my recently dented ageing ego. With this pleasant stranger’s ability to raise the self-esteem of the older person in society, I very much doubt he would be able to get a job with Service NSW – nor as a superannuation adviser.

Note to self: Spend more time at Woollies and less at certain service and advice facilities.

Post script: I am now to be seen swaggering around the paddocks in my boots like a poor imitation of Lara Croft Tomb Raider…the paddock occupants remain singularly unimpressed and just hope this bizarre behaviour won’t result in later meal times. 

I Just Don’t Like Mondays (*chicken sound track provided free of charge)

31 May 2016

That moment when you wake in the morning from a deep and restful slumber (possibly filled with dreams of carrots ) and it dawns on you with growing horror that what confronts you is MONDAY.

Senior moment

27 May 2016

The dwindling self-esteem that accompanies my descent into incredibly old age continues apace. During a meeting with a (young) superannuation adviser (..a pointless exercise, as it turns out I will very likely have to work until I am approximately 97), I explained my (rather expensive) lifestyle included supporting my horses in the manner to which they have become accustomed. At the end of the meeting he politely asked who rode these horses of mine…and almost managed to hide his disbelief when I told it was me. He was clearly under the impression that someone of my advanced years would be incapable of even clambering aboard a horse, let alone embark on steering this long-suffering horse around a dressage arena. I was tempted to show him the video of me and Willo galloping flat out…but thankfully  realised in time that this may just have cemented his view of the unlikelihood of a person of my advanced years having any abilities at all in the equestrian sphere. 

Pink on pink

22 May 2016

The visiting galahs have set out to demonstrate that, similar to bling, you can never have too much pink. Thoroughly convinced by their display, the Joyfallee plovers can be heard enthusiastically engaged in flinging down a new insult from the realms of their rooftop eyrie – “Not pink enough!”.