Who decided that the word 'cheesy' in the sense of slightly awful romantic gestures would have these implications? How is the cheese we eat in our sandwiches related to this.
10am this morning I encountered gypsy travellers. I was crossing the road and pretty sure the boys driving the vehicle (not sure how gypsies refer to these old style caravans) whipped the horse so it sped up as it drew nearer to me. The horse was then challenged with the deceivingly evil hill which finished off my wake-up walk 4 times a week, and I was slightly concerned that the poor thing would just stop and fall on its side and refuse to move and cause a blockage right by my tutorials which would inevitably send the 'yum' minivan into a frenzy in which it would not be able to turn off its ice-cream sirens and I would be forced to listen to this throughout the entire 60 minutes.
If a horse falls on its back is it unable to get up again, like sheep?