so much scary curry chat from last, am wondering whether to make a stand against the currification of this thread and uphold the ways of blandness for which I and all the mentally normal stand (eggs, spinach, feta, watery porridge, apples, yoghurt) but am not feeling all that mentally or physically amazing
in fact if someone knocked at the door and said 'sorry mitchy, we have to execute you this afternoon' I don't think I would mind at all
but they probably won't so will take some more naproxen and tramadol and diazepam and see what is wrong with orange pony - it was hilarious in some ways but also a bit horrible, I had NO BRAKES and she's not that sort of pony, tried to turn her, the only thing that really slowed her down was making her go into the plough (I remember this from my youth) but she still wouldn't actually stop but it did help, explained to farmer, is ex MFH, thought was hilarious, said 'well done'
anyway she was a bit wild, is not that sort of horse, so dunno