No, not the wet sort of bath time
but the get-in-a-car and travel vast distances
while regularly asking whether we are there yet
Bath time, as that is where The Madwoman's horse lives.
|Flash with his nose|
He looks in fine fettle -
although his nose seems to be getting vaster
along with his age (nearly 30: practically a dinosaur)
|Hairs? What hairs?|
We went for a walk and the Madwoman kept saying
We didn't think hair was very interesting
so didn't bother to look very hard.
It was only after we found the really good sniffs
that we realised we had missed spotting some giant rabbits.
We blame the Madwoman for distracting us
by burbling on about hairs.
|Oh you mean the giant bunnies?|