(Strange Trees)
I had to write another post, if for no other reason than to get that horrible picture of myself off the opening page of my blog.
I was too intimidated to make a comment on Question Time but the camera caught me about four times during the show, which was a real thrill for my family, let-me-tell-you.
The show featured prominent politicians and media figures and they discussed current news stories of the week. While listening to them speak, I was reminded a poem that I read a few years ago during the election:
Lies, lies, lies, lies,
Lies, lies, lies.
Lies, lies, lies
And
Different colored ties.
This is a little being who is always true, no matter what. We’re off for our evening stroll and then home for a Baker’s Meaty Meal.
Happy Friday.
Looks like a lizard on that log, and that’s no lie.
😦 BBC web site won’t let me watch that episode of Question Time.
Those aren’t strange trees, that’s a nurse tree. That’s what you call dead trees that become a nursery for other trees. Sweet.
Correction: it’s a nurse log. Still sweet.
Well thank you, fieryskipper. It is sweet. It’s a metaphor for my new little charge, Sophia. I’m a nurse log. (Not exactly dead but, well… you know.)
I have loved all your recent blog posts and I think I might not have commented. I’m sorry … because I loved them. Politicians are exhausting me at the moment. And you … well you are a tonic.
xo