Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Tuesday, 25 June 2013
University of Life
Yesterday's post involving the transportation of Green Eyes put me in mind of trips to the coast with her and her mother, during the (not so) far-off days of her childhood.
On a day rather like this one - warm and sunny - we were bowling along the winding leafy lanes which carry the heavy European goods lorries from Poole into the West of England. Any foreign driver making this trip for the first time must think he has surely taken a wrong turn as he negotiates the narrow right-angle bends through Dorsetshire villages which were designed to circumnavigate vast country-house estates - by horse and cart.
We were heading for Studland Bay, looking forward to breakfast on the beach-front cafe overlooking the vast swathe of Jurassic coastline, and there was a general air of summertime holiday.
Then I heard her mum's voice in the back seat say, "No darling. You don't put bogies back into your nose once you have taken them out."