A nod is as good as a wink
Sometimes I feel like that blind horse. I feel that they, those folk with their understanding of the strange phrases they talk to each other in, unusual words, bizarre combinations, but, to be honest, as the blind horse I don't know they are saying anything let alone double speak. As a blind horse I don't even hear the sound of either the nod or the wink. It all passes me by.
The greener grass
