Weapons of Mass Distraction

Anyone one who knows me knows that I quite like distractions. Correction: I thrive on them. Give me a well-trodden path and I’m off into the undergrowth, picking over the detritus of life in search of something more interesting.

Tonight was an example in point. Unplanned, I wandered off into the undergrowth that is my family’s history. A few stones were lifted and I was off seeking answers to questions that I hadn’t even thought of asking.

Which is a bugger. My original post was meant to be about caterpillars which has now gone west. I have photos and everything and instead I’m fretting over census data that interest me and no-one else, at least not many.

Do I continue or rejoin the flattened path? As Will Shakeshaft had it:

“Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day.”

Time enough for creepy-crawlies tomorrow.

Nobody’s prefect. If you find any spelling mistakes or other errors in this post, please let me know by highlighting the text and pressing Ctrl+Enter.

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  • Yorkshire Pudding 30th June 2006

    As the Australian aboriginee said to his missus, “Give us the caterpillars honey!”

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