We went to a county show the other week. Mainly to shop and eat, though I did enjoy looking at the horses. Abel had hoped for a new riding crop, but the crops on offer were either wimpy, or pink, or both.

(Though we did rather like the saddle-fitter’s stall, and had some thoughts on how the display could be utilised):

saddle-fitting

Anyway, we gave up on the riding crop idea and lazily browsed the usual variety of country show stalls, when Abel spotted a duster: not feather, but lambswool, soft and rather nice-looking. He claimed we needed it to deal with the cobwebs:

fur-duster

So we got it home, and next thing I knew, I was being swatted with the stick end, while Abel used the nice furry dusting part as a grip. It looks thin and harmless, but my goodness, does it ever sting. I’ll be quite happy if I never get smacked with it again.

However, if you turn it around, the soft part is quite nice for soothing the hurt. Whoever made this implement, is a total pervert, I’m telling you. To sell something like this at a county fair, no less!