That was the weekend that was. I can’t for the life of me remember what I did on Friday. Not very much I expect, but we had the boys around on Saturday night for a roast dinner cooked by Neil, homemade ice cream for afters, and a round of a very inappropriate card game. During all of this, we chatted, and the brothers got along so well that it was charming to see. Even when one left to make a rendezvous, the other stayed and we had a good old long chat about more or less everything.
Rendezvous. Now, there’s a word. In Greek, it looks like this: Ραντεβού. But, in Greek capital letters, it looks like this: PANTEBOY. To our silly minds that reads as ‘Panty Boy’, the new superhero from Marvel, who is the same age as Peter Parker, but who wears only his turbo-charged underpants. It’s all he needs. Here’s an unrelated photo:
I’m not sure what this is going to be, and I assume seating, but it’s been sitting there like this for a while now. It could be the beginning of an unsuccessful outside toilet arrangement, or maybe another waiting area for the train, because that’s never going to get up the hill so there’s no point in rushing to finish the job. It might end up as planters for plants, but I can’t think why, and the bus doesn’t stop there either, so… Maybe it’s a piece of municipal sculpture awaiting the last tranche of funding money so they can cap off the steel bars. Who knows?
What I do know is that the local little owl was out and about again during the day, and this time, he/she/they/it/who/what/etc. was on the house in front and I took that very bad photo of him/her/they/whom/which/etc. I’m sorry, but I don’t know the ‘preferred’ pronoun of an owl. I don’t really get the idea that people can ‘prefer’ to be grammatically incorrect. It rather reminds me of when being gay was a ‘preference.’ That ran for a while along with ‘lifestyle choice’, but ultimately (sensible) people came to realise it was not a choice, because who would choose to be verbally and physically made fun of everywhere from on the street to on TV sitcoms? So, the owl is simply an owl and whether it’s a she or a he, I know not, but as there’s only one, it’s certainly not a ‘them.’
On which note, I will leave you with a view from the top of the village.
