The long game becomes clear. Daughter’s dowry from Arab prince = Full Kondo Loom.
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Genius! Mmmmpingo cable-lifters!
It all begins to make sense 
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Never really got on with it,but used to do pony trekking a few times each year with a youth club in the 70s on exmoor
Great fun,apart from the pony trekking.
Hth
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Dowry from cadet bloke = full Kenable loom.
Is it a twin seater
Tom Pearce, Tom Pearce lend me your grey mare …
I used to live in Polk County.
Can confirm is probably real.
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Would attend/10 
The nag is currently at a temporary yard until a stable comes free at the yard FoLs want to be at, where all their horsey mates are.
We actually go there (to the yard they want) quite a bit because it has a horsey shop and FoL#2 Lauren sometimes helps out with her mates horse.
Said mate is properly good looking, and the son of the yard owner is conspicuous by his presence whenever she’s there…
I happened to mention to Lauren that “Paddy is always sniffing around Izzy isn’t he?” She found this quite amusing and told all her mates.
So now the poor sod has a new nickname: Sniffer.
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So did a certain Leeds United and England footballer,
But I doubt knowing that would improve his situation. 
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I’m amazed you know that 
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I have quite a good knowledge of wendyball up to about 1979
I was impressed until you called it wendyball.
I thought you would have been slightly more inventive than that.
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I too call it Wendyball but upon your urging I shall henceforth refer to it as cunty wankerball.
Or maybe fally over twatball.
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Thanks for sharing.
The remainder of my day will be all the better for that.
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Goldie got spooked today, badly. By a gate. An open gate that is in no way unusual, at least to sentient beings.
Apparently she doesn’t like this gate, which is on the gallop trail that belongs to the farm she’s stabled on, and always gives it a wide berth when she’s being ridden past it, which is several times a week.
Apparently today it was particularly alarming, because she threw FoL#2 Lauren, bolted and stormed around the trail, about a mile and a half, got back to the yard, couldn’t stop on the wet concrete, skidded and fell over and kept on sliding
Lauren’s fine, but Goldie is pretty well grazed up on her RHS, snapped her reins, and is feeling pretty sorry for herself.
Luckily someone was there to catch and see to her, so her cuts have been cleaned, disinfected and had some ointment put on, and she’s had some horse strength pain killers.
Fucks sake.
I’m pleased that all ended well Rob but best get used to that shit. Horses spook at their own bloody shadows.
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Horses are fucking dumb.
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