:( Don’t fly mini remote control helicopters into your friends girlfriend’s hair. It HURTS (Of corse all the boys were concerned about was the helicopter, not that I might be bald in a little patch like rats nibbled my hair in my sleep!)
Yesterday I celebrated the boyf’s 18th with his mateys (yes, a lone girl in a room of….however many boys. Some were initially concerned that I might feel overwhelmed, clearly forgetting that I could have taken them all on! HA! *flexes muscles feebly*)

I am now spending all my time obsessively looking at haloween costumes, getting ready for my haloween party. It doesn’t matter that I’ve already ordered mine (although because the Postmen want more dosh, I’m not going to get it for sometime) and one thing I have noticed is that most costumes for women are like, whore costumes! I mean, they’re more suited for sex games than party games - sorry but I don’t want to be flashing my boobs, arse, legs and stomach (and the world should celebrate that) whilst dressed as slutty-Alice-in-slagland.

I’m also excitably discussing the mock hunt with my riding buddy at every opportunity, despite the fact its not till November time. (Remember it is a mock hunt, so don’t go sending me fox heads in the post!) I’m trying to decide which horse I want (its similar to choosing an outfit really - get it right and you’ll have a fabulous time but get it wrong and you’ll feel uncomfortable and insecure) Its currently between Ketrel (a beasty carthorse who is very well behaved) or an old favourite, Hibou (a camargue horse, so a lot smaller and feisty! He’s my kinda horse)

Ahh! Look at the time, I must go get ready for my riding lesson. Actually I’m hoping to get some video today so maybe I’ll get James to show me how to put it up!

Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx