This morning I found several comments in response to yesterday’s Flashmob, amongst them a link from my very devoted follower Janice, in the USA. I played it immediately and I have to say that paradoxically, as it is the Ode to Joy, I found myself in tears. I think it was the fact that it was filmed in Nuremberg which I have visited several times, and I just felt, when will I ever get to go there again? I think that as this is a record of life under lockdown, I should admit that although I am a fairly resilient person, I am clearly more fragile than I imagined. I find music quite often reduces me to tears nowadays.
It has been brilliantly sunny weather, and the sunshine is always a great boost. We called on some neighbours and sat at a distance in the garden and chatted, and it was just lovely. The spring flowers are in bloom, so pretty. I was reminded of this piece of doggerel:
Spring is sprung, the grass is riz
I wonder where the boidies is
They say the boid is on the wing
But that’s absoid, the wing is on the boid!
I have been proof reading a great deal recently and can never cease to be amazed at errors on public information. I am on an email alert from The Times, as a subscriber, and today I received this:
Introducing children to the power of diverse thinking and resiliance.
Seriously, how can they let this stuff past their gaze? I get red squiggly lines under misspellings on little old Microsoft Word!!
And finally…………..here I am wearing a culturally inappropriate badge, courtesy of Robertson’s marmalade: