It has been a bit of a thinking about stuff week. Some things I have been thinking about have been confusing, like why do some people think it is okay to take a gun and shoot a lion? Or shoot anything come to that? The news and hoo-ha about Cecil the Lion has upset me greatly, which might seem odd to some in the grander scheme of the world, but doesn't it say something about the world if it is still seen as all right to shoot an animal that is minding its own business and not harming anyone? Just for 'fun?'
('Yes,' says Primrose. 'It says that there should be laws against being a nob-head.'
'Shouldn't that be 'nob' with 'k'?' says Camilla?'
Primrose shrugs. 'The sentiment is the same,' she says.
'And should we be using such language on a Sunday?' says Camilla, ever sensitive to our genteel readers' feelings.
Primrose shrugs again. 'Chickens are bound by neither time nor space,' she says.
'But we can sometimes be bound by eggs,' says Camilla.
'You are so not funny,' says Primrose.)
And I have also been thinking about practical things like how stupid is our local council who decided it would be okay to shut two major roads in the town both at the same time thereby causing even longer queues and jams than are already being caused by Operation Stack? On Thursday, I thought it would be a good thing to take Kayleigh to the PDSA Open Day at Gillingham, so she could see where her Grandpa Andy works. Also,1970s cartoon heroes Roobarb and Custard were going to be there, and Elsa and Olaf from 'Frozen.' (Please...just let it go, eh? For the sake of everybody?)
Anyway, Kayleigh and I left ours at 10.20. I said, 'I need to pop into Sainsbugs to use the cash machine.'
I can walk from ours to Sainsbugs in just under 15 minutes. It is less than a mile. Because of these two road closures and their resultant diversions, it took us HALF AN HOUR to drive less than a mile. Ggggrrrrrrr!!!
Still, Kayleigh enjoyed herself at the Open Day. We went on a tour, ate icecream, cake and candy floss, watched a dog show and a dancing display, played 'Hook the Duck,' won a soft toy deer on the tombola, had a balloon ladybird made and attached to one arm and a glittery butterfly 'tattoo' applied to the other. Kayleigh was underwhelmed by Elsa from Frozen but overwhelmed by Roobarb and Custard which is how it should be. She wants to go back next year.
I have also been thinking about how much one can spend on books in one go before one feels a tad guilty. I bought these in one hit...
...nope, I don't feel guilty. Therefore, I have decided thee is no upper limit on how much one can spend on books. Hurrah!!
I was also thinking, somewhat smuggly I have to admit, that my 'Marmite Against Insect Bites' campaign was going rather well this year, until this happened yesterday...
...BUT I have to say they are tiny bites compared to those I have experienced in the past AND I did sit out in the garden ALL DAY yesterday (reading...enjoying the sunshine...and the bees and butterflies...and the flowers...) and therefore I award my Marmite experiment a 92% success rate.
('What's 'The Marmite Experiment?' says Primrose.
'Well,' says Camilla, 'you carry a jar of Marmite with you all the time - one of those hefty big jobbies, not a teeny jar - and when you see an insect approaching with its jaws open wide ready to give you a massive chomping, you WHAP it hard with the jar. Then you reward yourself with some Marmite on toast.'
'So, you like, toast your insect killing victory?' says Primrose.
'Yup!' says Camilla.
'NO!' says I. 'That is NOT it! I am no more likely to kill an insect with a jar of Marmite than I am to kill a lion with a gun. You eat the Marmite on a daily basis and it repels the insects because they are sensitive to the smell.'
'Like garlic?' says Camilla.
'Probably,' says I. 'But I'm not a massive fan of raw garlic.
'I love it,' says Primrose. 'And oddly enough I've never been bitten by a vampire.'
'That is because vampires do not exist,' says I.
'Aahhh,' says Primrose. 'You say that...'
'...because it's true,' I say. 'Now hush!')
I have been thinking about writing, too. I have gone over every single piece of writing in my writing file and I've been thinking,'Why are none of these finished?' Andy would say, 'Why are none of these finished and out there doing the rounds of the agents/ publishers/ competitions?' And I would say, 'I do not know.'
So I have been thinking about all the writing I have done, and have been editing and adding and progressing and thinking how lucky I am to be able to have the time to do these things.
And lastly, I have been thinking, 'Great British Bake Off starts again this week! Hurrah!!!!'
Which shows how easily pleased I am!