Sometimes I over-analyze things...

I just had a brain-fart while speaking to the Wifeoid-type device.

She phoned me up and said, "I'm afraid you're not going to see me tonight, I have to go in and work a late shift. My colleague has fallen off her horse."

Now, remember that I'm a Brit married to a Swede. For some bizarre reason - let's say it was misfiring psynapses - I thought this was a Swedish euphemism for someone having a nervous breakdown.

Anyway, we carried on talking about what times she's working, and then I followed-up on the original reason. "So, what happened? Did she just have a breakdown, gone mental?"

Silence for a few seconds.

"What?" asks Linda.

"Well, you said she fell off her horse. Is that some sort of way of saying she's had a breakdown?"

"...  No. No, no, no. No, silly. She owns a horse and physically fell off it!"

The penny dropped and I laughed embarrassingly at my inept Brian (who, you recall, lives in a Petri dish by the front door).

Still, you've got to admit, "Falling off one's horse" is a great euphemism for a breakdown, no? I think we need to make it a regular saying.

BoZHQ in the evening

This is at 10pm from our back garden. Those of you who say Swedish winters are bad should stay for summer :)