Unbelievably some snowdrops have survived the paws of the mad one. Flowers are always welcome especially when they herald the arrival of Spring. They are even more welcome when they sort themselves out. We just have to enjoy and try to stop the dog trampling them into the ground.
This morning was felt like another Groundhog Day here in our family lockdown. Very like every other morning. Doing the same things. That included trying to find some socks to wear. Where do they go. Ok I will reframe that question. Where does the sock monster put them. It’s not as if we live in a big house with loads of rooms. Only a month ago I had to buy 7 more pairs to boost the numbers floating round our little world. Sill struggling to find a matching pair.
But here’s the thing. Here’s another reason to be thankful of the lockdown. No one will see what I’m wearing. It doesn’t matter. Odd socks rule….
This will be where I go for my one permitted trip out of the house. The farmers field at the back of the garden. One bit of outside exercise is now permitted by the Government. So that’s taking the dog for his morning constitutional. A few laps round the deserted field.
But look at those puddles. How tempting are they. So want to channel my inner Peppa Pig and jump in those muddy puddles. But I don’t want to get the dog drenched and caked in mud. So maybe I could go back home, drop him off and then come back.
But surely that would count as a second exercise trip out. Breaking the rules.
I bet those sheep would dob me in as payback for feeding them cheap biscuits.
Well not quite…..
Can you spot someone practising to be either Cyclops from the X-Men or Vision from The Avengers.
This was 7.20pm on Christmas Eve. It’s as white as it’s going to get. Thought I had better take a photo while it’s at its DEEPEST…..
So as we fight to survive this mega blizzard I want to send you warm winter wishes your way. ❤️
Scrap the guard duty, is that a biscuit I can smell….
I think we all have that sixth sense. Mine kicked in during the early hours. Son had just popped his head round the bedroom door.
“Are you awake Dad?”
At the time I was reading about chaos theory. Got to explain my cooking disasters somehow.
“I’ve got a question in my head and I can’t sleep.”
Sixth sense fully kicked in. My mind better get up to speed quickly.
“It’s to do with the Royal Family and the rules surrounding the line of Succession.”
Relief as I feared a bird and the bees type question.
“I’m guessing my question won’t be adequately covered in the Succession to the Crown Act”
Must admit in all my many years, I still haven’t got round to reading that real page turner.
“I bet the Act doesn’t reflect the progress made in genetics, physics and quantum theory.”
No, I think that is a safe bet. Already my mind is braced for impact. A wander into his world is truly joyous but often feels like my mind isn’t quite able to take it all in. Maybe a bit like a modern and much safer version of a Psychedelic Trip.
“Ok the rules on succession are quite straightforward and a lot fairer now. But what happens if we spiced it up a bit. What happens if through the advancement in genetics we managed to bring back a former King or Queen. Or maybe we develop time travel and can bring forward a previous monarch. A King or Queen who didn’t lose the throne in battle. Say Henry V or Queen Victoria. So the question is…. Would they still have a claim to the throne. Maybe it would lead to a civil war between those supporting the current monarch and those supporting Henry V or Victoria. Victoria won’t be best pleased with the current state of her empire. Henry V will be distinctly horrified at the current leadership of the country.”
And with that mind altering nugget he went back to sleep on it. Suddenly chaos theory seems so clear now.