Glow Worm

I wish I was a glow-worm, a glow worm's never glum. Because, how can you be grumpy when the sun shines out your bum!

Wise words from a glow-worm to all those lucky people who think the sun shines out their bum.

Our Director of Colouring In, has taken a trip to London and he did inform me he was not about to do any deals there, wise beyond his years. He even went for far as to leave his cards at home and only take his watch. One cannot be too careful in these days of scammers and robbers. He is a bit of an expert on the Korean children’s game of Squid, so he knows a thing or two. He has even gone as far as explaining it to his headmaster.

Our house is slowly waking up to the fact that Christmas is less than two months away. Almost like a polar bear waking from hibernation and taking its first groggy footsteps into the sun. We are planning our festivities well in advance, Susan wants to get a calendar for November and December. Cracking idea and one that holds a lot of merits. We do have two dates worth mentioning, the 25th December, Christmas Day and at the moment we are having that at the Middle Smiths. 21st December is another date worth mentioning, we are having a Gingerbread House building day, talk on the street is Lady Vivienne will be joining us. Construction will be interesting and full of Christmas spirit. Other’s expected are Michael and Kate, the Middle Smiths and Susan, who is the project manager.

Talking of Christmas, we normally visit Kingston Lacy in December to see the Christmas lights, this year we have decided to give it a miss. Although we are National Trust Members we will still have to pay just under £20 per adult. I find this a bit of a ripoff, the founder of the National trust, Hardwicke Rawnsley, wanted to make the countryside and the grand old houses accessible to All People, having to pay £60 for a family visit does eliminate quite a large part of the ‘All People’. 

We did visit Kingston Lacy last weekend and it is still looking amazing, I feel the autumn is the best time to walk, the kaleidoscope of the colour of the leaves.

We also came across these little notices along the woodlands walk and could not help thinking of all the wee children, Robert dancing his way to the next log and Michael impressing Kate with his jumping over the logs.

I did warn you long ago that my blogs can be taken as Academic Discussions, but on the Robert running to the next log, I am at a loss to find a connection. He now has his Masters in Behavioural Economics, not sure how economical it is to behave like that, all that running between logs. His graduation is in December, I will have a word with the chancellor. 

The funny thing about getting old, your eyesight starts failing but your ability to see through peoples bullshit get better.