This Whole Horse on Our Street Thing Is Getting Out of Hand

About thirty minutes ago I heard the familiar clip-clop of horses and knew some were in the vicinity. Being nosy, I ran to get my camera (which makes me nosy and weird), so I could document just how many horses ride on our street (since I know no one believes me. Or cares for that matter...). Lo and behold, we had the granddaddy of horse carriages on our street, the Harrods buggy. I don't think there is a fancier buggy, unless the Queen herself were to ride by. But I am not holding my breath for that to happen. And knowing my luck if she did decide to ride down our little street I wouldn't be here or I would be shoving food in my mouth and therefore unable to take a picture. Food always takes precedence.

I think my Mom might have asked about a Harrods horse carriage and I told her it existed and I had seen it out and about. Well, FINALLY I have proof that it does in fact ride around London and it even goes down our street. Et voila!

By the way, is it sad that this was the most exciting thing that happened to me today? Buying laundry detergent is pretty darn stimulating and all, but not quite as thrilling as horses in the 'hood.