My first waking thought on Monday morning was about the phrase "never look a gift-horse in the mouth". I wondered why I didn't know anything else about this gift-horse. What story or culture lies behind it? And why would the magical horse get so offended if I looked at its mouth: that's quite a weird hang-up when you think about it, and... oh, right, well, damn.
At that moment I remembered about looking in a horse's mouth (at teeth?) being a way of judging its age and condition, and realised that the gift-horse wasn't the unicorn/tooth-fairy/Father Christmas hybrid I'd always imagined, and was instead just a horse that had been gifted.
I feel robbed of the timeless tale of the gift-horse, and have been extra-grumpy about it all week. Sharing in the hope that a few others have made the same mistake, and are now just as upset. #MiseryLovesCompany







