Ideas in Collision

I’ve got an urge to build a pond. And when I say ‘an urge’ I mean ‘an overwhelmingly distracting obsession’. There’s a lovely spot in our garden, close to the nearly-dead apple tree in the corner, which would be perfect. Shaded. Flat. Easy to dig out and sculpt around. I can see it in my minds eye, completed, already and it looks glorious.

Philippa, as ever, has been quick to dampen my enthusiasm. She has this really odd point, which is this: We have a 16-month old toddler who is starting to explore wherever he can get, and we’re discussing the possibility of giving him a little brother or sister sooner rather than later. Why would we fill part of our garden with something they can easily drown in?

She’s no fun.

To be fair though, her work has been rather stressful during all this ‘world-altering pandemic’ whatjamacallit. Obviously, I don’t know what you do for a living, and whether you’ve even been allowed to do it during the past month, but do spare a little thought for anyone involved in keeping GP surgeries running. I know there are hardships all over the NHS, and I’m not comparing her efforts to those currently manning posts in Intensive Care Units, but there are thousands of doctors, nurses, health practitioners, receptionists, clinicians, dispensary staff and pharmacists outside hospitals who are also going above-and-beyond to keep the general public supplied with medicine, advice and support. They should be appreciated too.

But who am I to lecture anyone else?  The 8pm clap-along is for ALL those people, and I missed it last week because I fell asleep, so feel free to print this blog onto paper, roll it into a tight ball, and firmly shove it up my arse.

RC 29-4-20