Come in, number 40!

While I'm interested in blog stats, they don't bother me. In Love With a Horse is still riding high (so to speak), and I've no idea why. That's fine.

I'm grateful to my followers; it's nice to hear from them, and to read their blogs, but I don't feel competitive about them. But 39 followers really bothers me. After a meteoric rise (well, a bit meteoric) during the A to Z challenge, I've stuck at 39 for some time, and I don't like it. I just don't like the number 39. I couldn't get through The Thirty-nine Steps, which we had to read at school, and I hated being 39, because I just couldn't beleive that 40 was going to happen to me. Like death, and winning the lottery; 40 was something that happened to other people.

So - please will someone sign on and be number 40? You don't have to come back again, and I shan't pester you, I promise...

In love with a horse that plays ping pong

I must get over this stats thing, but while I was away, my stats soared, and the day before we got back from our (over-publicised) hols, there were 142 hits. It's like getting 142 "we called but you were out" notes, when you think you've told your litte world you won't be in.

But "I love horses - buy my books!" is already high on the ratings for this week, so here we go again. (And apologies to Aliya for borrowing her ping pong. I just want to see whether her and my most-visited posts work in tandem.)

(And yes. I have got better things to do. I'm just not getting down to them.)