I am a very brilliant thinker, but as a baby of the people, I am not above a little housework. I started today by helpfully sorting the washing. I sorted it into two main sets: 'inside the basket' and 'on the floor'.
Later in the day we set off on a walk across a meadow to Grantchester, a village near Cambridge.
Daddy needs at least one church visit a day in order to maintain his dustiness and fill our camera with photographs of almost identical broken tiles. He found a nice one in Grantchester. 'Ma ma ma ma ma maaaaaaa!' I commented succintly, which means, 'There aren't many surviving details from the medieval period, are there?'
Poet Rupert Brookes spent a lot of time in Grantchester. His most famous poem speaks about a corner of a foreign field/that is forever England.
With these lines in mind, I sat on the ground outside the church and sampled a little of the field. It tasted damp and loamy with a topnote of moss. Now there is a corner of an English field/that is forever Wubba.
Baby Wubba,
ReplyDeleteYou are a person of the people and so competent when it homes to the housework! Pint Sized Ruben is developing his skills with the scissors. He and his lovely friends pinned one of their mates to the ground and gave him a haircut. His rather prickly School Principle relayed the incident in some detail...as his loving mother I am very proud of his overt display of skills.
I hope that one day you too will show this kind of aptitude with semi blunt objects as well.
Love Always Librarian