Brexit Summer Time

It is a beautiful sunny morning, I have changed the time on the clocks, moving them forward on an hour. As there are four clocks in this house, does that mean I have lost four hours? I think they should change on a Friday at mid-day then everyone could go home an hour early, which would allow a bit of extra time to wipe the bird poo out of the barbecue, cut the grass and be ready for the first weekend of summer.

This coming week, Brexit summer time will start, or 'Brexit start time' if you prefer. This does not involve the clocks going forward - more likely a trip back fifty years. With a government that has the negotiating skills of Attila the Hun you never know what might happen. I did hear the foreign secretary say the other day whilst he was leaning on the despatch box, that the United States was our closest ally. With his expensive education old Boris should know that Europe is only 22 miles across the channel, and that the U.S.A is a tad further than that by about 3500 miles. Oh and if Boris is thinking that we have some sort of equivalence to the presidential administration in the U.S.A. then we are in for a rough ride!

The next couple of years should be great fun, so role out the Barbie, open the bar and try to enjoy yourself.

What Came First, The Rabbit Or The Egg ?

While we were out shopping Lady Wuffinga noticed that the store's in house brochure was advertising Easter eggs which incorporated a chocolate bunny. I think this is probably an evolutionary first; rabbits from an egg - rabbit eggs!!! It could be quite confusing for small children who have been told that birds come from eggs, like the chicken, albatross and other raptors, quite a few of which fly, apart from the trotty birds which do not. Is the expectation that rabbits will be able to fly and have bunny nests in trees? But to confuse, we have the puffin which lives in burrows so is the puffin some sort of rabbit? Rabbits as far as I know do not eat sand eels. I thought rabbits ate carrots, but are there wild carrots? As most of them seem to be grown in neat rows in vegetable patches. So did thumper and his mates eat other things before the advent of horticulture?

It could be that it is only the chocolate eggs that the rabbits break into, to get at the packet of shinny coloured sweets inside, consequently looking glassy eyed, smiley and pleased. Perhaps that's why rabbits are hyperactive. The brochure also advertised white chocolate lambs, chocolate carrots and chocolate chickens. What has all this scoffing of chocolate got to do with Easter? You do not see the Christians wandering around with chocolate crucifixes or miniature chocolate crowns of thorns decorated with bits of angelica and cochineal, do you?

An alternative is the mid-lent Simnel Cake sandwiched with marzipan, that's if you can get the fresh simnels to put in it. The fruit of the simnel shrub is quite hard to find. They fruit every third year and only grow on the wind swept heath lands of eastern Suffolk. Unfortunately these ground hugging fruits are liked by rabbits so getting a few for the cake can be difficult. Perhaps that is the link between rabbits and Easter?

White House Redecoration

It must have been a bit of a bummer for all those pilgrims wanting to visit the presidential shrine and to find that it was shut upon their arrival. Many will have travelled long distances to pay homage to presidents past and present. What a disappointment, but look on the bright side the new colour scheme will give the old house a wonderful vibrant aspect, radiating a sumptuous healthy glow that will lift the spirits. 

Unfortunately the hawkers and sellers of tourist trinkets and memorabilia will find it a bit daunting having to change the colour of all their key ring fobs, plastic models, tee-shirts and bobble hats. But it could be a boost for the sellers of satsumas, fizzy orange drinks, Cheetos and vitamin C tablets. Orange of course, was quite popular with past presidents. Remember Agent Orange (not some kids toy akin to Action Man) but the defoliant that was sprayed in copious amounts in Vietnam radiating an unhealthy glow.

Have a nice day!!

Pully Lug Day

What a whirl wind its been. March already, who would have thought it? Its been a busy week, having made pancakes on Tuesday and hash on Wednesday, now its 'Pully Lug Day'. This tradition dates back hundreds of years and has its roots in the north, probably Cumberland and Westmorland. One of the surviving activities from an area where it rains a lot and people had to find things to do.

I have noticed that the Hot Cross Bun season has started. I do not understand why they are called Hot Cross Buns because they never seem to be hot when you get them and why are they so angry?

Also Lent has started, where giving up something is supposed to make you feel better and you can tell your mates how hard its been to give up the whisky for the duration, but you kept going by drinking an extra bottle of absinthe a week. Or you could be really revolutionary and not wear the hands-free phone and the lanyard, so that Darren in sales can not get hold of you whilst you nip into Costabucks for a Spam Panini  and a Frothochinio before you set off down the motorway of hell to deliver a brochure. Or, you could give up wearing a tie for Lent, but that might mean corpo suicide so be careful on that one. I think I have decided to give up giving up something, which should give an angst free lead into spring, and I wish you all a Happy Pully Lug Day.