November 22, 2009 by blue milk
Lauca has started horse riding lessons (what a bourgeois little opener that one is), and it is one of those moments as a parent where I am falling through the rabbit hole because my mind is flipping between recreating and remembering my childhood all at once. It is a hell of a nice way to spend Friday mornings.
Incidentally, riding instructors haven’t changed in 25 years, still as bossy as ever.
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Been trying to persuade the Noodle that horse riding would be funnish. He’s not keen, but.
Jelus. Girlchild’s riding school closed down and she did love it so. Alternatives very hard to find near Melbourne since “insurance crisis” of the 90s.