She Remembers One Of Her Horses
Oct. 10th, 2014 09:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphiloMy mother: What's that?
Me: It's a barometer.
My Mother: Whose is it?
Me: It's yours.
My mother: I don't think I've ever seen it before. Where was it?
Me: (pointing) It used to hang there. Now it's hanging here.
My mother: What are you doing with it?
Me: The plaque fell off and I'm glueing it back on.
My mother: I don't recognise it.
Me: It was a prize. Soleil Dancer won it at a race in Lingfield in 1994.
My Mother: (face lights up) Ah... Soleil Dancer...
Me: It's a barometer.
My Mother: Whose is it?
Me: It's yours.
My mother: I don't think I've ever seen it before. Where was it?
Me: (pointing) It used to hang there. Now it's hanging here.
My mother: What are you doing with it?
Me: The plaque fell off and I'm glueing it back on.
My mother: I don't recognise it.
Me: It was a prize. Soleil Dancer won it at a race in Lingfield in 1994.
My Mother: (face lights up) Ah... Soleil Dancer...
