Sometimes you find mirth in the most mysterious places.
Today, I had to do the banking for work - it began to bucket down not 20 seconds before I got there - but that isn't the funny part, that is setting the scene.
So anyhow, drenched and I am racing around town doing the jobs that must get done before I head for home.
Fuel into the car - tick (a very important tick given the recent history)
Great deal on mince from the butcher's - tick (a very mincy week approaching, family - got a really great deal)
Witchcraft and medicines from the cut price pharmacy - tick
On the way to the fishmonger - my last "to do" on the list, I was listening to the local radio station.
There is a story on it about Black Caviar.
Apparently, Black Caviar is Officially the World’s Best Horse - which I think is covering quite a bit of territory, quite quietly (hey Violet) - but anyhow, that is how she is being touted.
The man being interviewed on the radio was quite adamant.
"She is not just the best mare in the world, she is not just the best horse in Australia, she is not even just the best sprinter - she is the Best Horse in the World!!" he exalted. "She is the Best Horse in the World as voted by her peers!!"
I think he might have overstepped on that last remark.
Anyone else now got the image of hooves being pushed on buttons worldwide stuck in their minds?