OK, I thought it was pretty weird being woken at 6:30 a.m. by a charity bag through the letterbox.
Maybe I’m a bit tired? Delusional?
But I swear to you, over-the-road have a pony grazing on the lawn! I had to rub my eyes, but no, it’s still there, and it’s definitely a pony (not a pink elephant).
This is a normal suburban street - not farmland. Remember how Brookside used to look?
It’s NOT normal for a pony to be grazing.