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.