Dorset is about to be reminded what proper standards look like. I’ll be in Dorset from the 26th to the 30th of October.

Exactly where I expect it to be. No need to ask. No need to acknowledge. Good service should feel effortless.

Interesting. Some of you noticed what I was holding immediately. I wonder what gave you away.

Elegant, certainly. Although I suspect elegance isn’t what kept you watching.

You look very small from up here. Then again, everything looks rather insignificant beneath My boot.

An evening in Paris with a very good friend. @InannaJustice I’m becoming rather fond of having reasons to return to Paris.

The stable won’t clear itself. Consider the boots and crop your instructions.

The view from the floor. Interesting how long it took you to reach My face.

From the ankle up, I’m in no particular hurry. Some of you would happily watch it twice just to hear that zip again.

One of us would probably be quite enough. But where would be the fun in that? Two of us changes things rather nicely… particularly when you realise we’ve already been discussing you.

I do like everything I wear to be immaculate. Fortunately, there are always those who understand that keeping it that way is part of being useful to Me. After all, polished footwear don’t happen entirely by themselves.

I’m not even looking at you. And yet somehow, I suspect you’re having considerable difficulty deciding where you ought to be looking. Careful. With this much distraction, it would be terribly easy to forget your manners.

Some of My equestrian habits have a tendency to follow Me out of the saddle. And a crop? Well… I’ve always believed good equipment deserves to be used properly. How would you behave when you see Me carrying it.

In case anyone has forgotten, October is My birthday month. I’ll be paying very close attention to those who understand exactly what that means. And, perhaps more importantly, to those who don’t. Consider this your reminder.

The ritual of getting ready itself is enough for some people to stay in line

I know you've imagined this view enough times to recognize.

I'm deciding. Tell me which one concerns you most.

What is more Shocking? My smile or something else?

Squash balls are the least interesting thing that I have crushed with my boots. Anyone who knows the pressure of me stepping on something, wouldn't dare to behave badly.