This afternoon, I happened upon a TV programme with the arresting title of 'An Englishman Abroad', coupled with the name Alan Bennet. He was 'talking to camera' about holidays with his parents, explaining how his experiences then, lead to his writing a play of the same name, many years later.
His early observations of human behaviour, are surely the yeast which has given rise to a feast of books and dramas that continue to delight us.
It would be foolish of me to aspire to such literary heights, but here, even a nattering Napple can post her silent thoughts in a Blogland post box, to be read by - who knows? One can but dream...
Absolutely! Who knows what scouts may be about?
ReplyDeleteI thought all scouts have been discombobulated by a humungous jamboree?! Groan...sorry! Wrong Scouts! I know that's not a laughing matter, and I hope they all got back home safely after their ordeal...
Deleteanyone listening in to my mutterings while out and about are more likely to cal the "men in white coats".
ReplyDeleteWow! This is the best kind of River to paddle in with no danger of getting one's feet wet! How remiss of me to take so long to test the waters... lol ♥
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