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Evening all

It snowed in Norfolk over the weekend. I’ll say that again – it SNOWED.
At Christmas we had rain, Valentine’s Day brought a heatwave, and now at Easter it snows. Either global warming is here – despite the protestations of various oil-powered nay-sayers and sceptics – or God is screwing with us for his own sick amusement.
My nana used to say “If March comes in like a lamb, it’ll go out like a lion” which I never understood to be honest. Short of sprouting a blonde mane and chasing a gazelle through the Masai Mara I find it hard to see how a month can resemble a lion in anyway, but maybe I’m taking things too literally.
My nana had several such sayings that she’d throw out at family gatherings, usually on the back of two prawn vol-au-vents and a bottle of single malt. Most were taken with a pinch of salt the size of an atoll, but many are worth repeating here now, for your perusal..

From the mind of Nana Angie (Angela Olivia Chesworth 1924 – 1998)

“The taller the cook, the better the taste”
“Don’t throw out the baby with the bandwagon”
“Open your heart, and your lungs will follow”
“Beat the drum and spare the wolf”
“All that flutters is not bad milk”
“Only a wise man knows a fool is a shepherd”
“Don’t change tampons in mid-stream”
and my personal favourite:
“Never trust a man with a penis”

I do miss her.

RC 27-3-08
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