Today, were in the mood to ride.Lady Scarlett and I are perfectly in sync, both dressed in our equestrian boots knee-high, polished, commanding and of course, each with a riding crop in hand. Elegance lies in presence, but real power is in control.There isnt enough space for a proper ride but that doesnt stop us.So we turn to an alternative: the rocking horse.Our pony of the day. But from the very beginning, it disappoints.Rigid, unresponsive, completely lacking the satisfaction we expected.Still, we give it a chance. With all our poise and combined weight we settle firmly onto it, expecting at least a little movement.But no. It wont rock. Wont move. Wont respond.So we remain seated, calm and composed letting it fully feel the weight of our presence.A silent message, unmistakable:our patience is not something to test.
