I used to live next to a pair of horses, you know, when I lived in Canterbury. They were my neigh-bours. They were in a stable relationship. I wanted to move away from them, for one of them sang loudly and his voice was a bit hoarse. I fell at the first hurdle - I didn't have the money. I'm afraid I was saddled with them. My happiness was my mane priority. Hoof cared if he sang poorly? I didn't want to stirrup any trouble.