We thought we'd bolt down out the back, Zara and me, to see Neddy and Zippy. 
The cold and blasty weather is finally gone.
The car hasn't been starting up without a hiccup - well, OK, not at all - for how many years is it Zara?
Besides, the sun's out, it's Sunday...
...Neddy and Zippy are frisky. We haven't seen each other ALL week and Zara needs some nifty equestrianism...
"Put your foot in the stirrup, Faisal, and let's get a wriggle on!""No worries," I confirmed,
somewhat prematurely. One minute I was legs skywards
and the next I was face in the feeding trough. Zara, of course, is too loyal to laugh... 
...but I'm not so sure about those horsies. Wasn't that some sniggering I heard?
