Saturday, 26 May 2007
Once Upon A Time Up My Own Arse II
Sometimes I wonder if the year ever happens the way it is supposed to: February fill dike: March winds; April showers; May flowers. The oldest person in the community would have known the most years and would have been able to say, 'It will most likely rain this month and be cold next month'. Or to put it another way, that's where wisdom came from in those days: passed down from the elders of the tribe. Or to put it another way if something worked you did it again.
If something didn't you didn't, or if it did you did. Unless it didn't, in which case you didn't. Or possibly did, if it did otherwise you didn't.Wise words.
And that's what I've been trying to say the last few dozen articles.