So you want to know what was clip clopping up the street?
Okay, so it wasn’t those specimens in particular, but it was of the same species.
Total dyevushka. Now, while you’re looking at the photo, take some time to check out my friend Olechko’s Dyevushka Project photos – she’s on a mission to photograph the good, the bad and the ugly of the dyevushka ilk in Kyiv. Remember to leave some comments, because I want to encourage her to keep doing it.
So that made quite an interesting post. I really believed that I’d get five comments from bored readers saying something along the lines of, ‘Yawn, LMM, we’ve been there before, it’s a bloody wee dyevushka, orright? Get over it already, eh.’ (I think comment sufficiently covered Aussie, Kiwi, Pom, Scottish, American and Canadian English. I prize* for the first person who tells me which words are which (cause I’m not 100 per cent sure myself).
But, gosh your comments made me laugh.
And dredged up some memories. The other bear’s comment reminded me of the time I was walking to a friend’s place in the middle of winter. It was about 6pm, snowing, and pitch black. We were on a back street when all of a sudden I hear this muffled clatter come out of nowhere. I turned around, and there’s a full grown man on a tiny Shetland pony – cantering. We jumped out of the way just in time for him to gallop past and turn into a courtyard up ahead.
I pity any little pony that has to live in Kyiv – it’s not as nice as living in a big field now, is it?
Props to beccy, Karmyn, Oh the joys, and Uncle Mark. You of course didn’t get it right, but I LOVE MONTY PYTHON so you’ve won your way into my heart.
Oleckho and Mind the Gap were disqualified because they live here. They know what the bird watching is like.
That’s about it. I’m going to post this post, and then get out of bed. Have a great day everyone.
Coming up later this week:
Remember the tofu incident? This week, it draws to a chilling conclusion.
And I got tagged by Holler, so keep your eyes peeled for the MeMe.
* I can’t promise that I’ll send it and if I do, I can’t promise that it’ll get there.