Rubber Chicken Immortalised

Winnie’s Rubber Chicken is being framed for eternity .

I have thought this strange thought ever since I found rubber chicken next to Winnie on the kitchen floor just before Christmas. It’s kind of become synonymous with my dear old girl.

I rang the picture framer the day before yesterday, (the one I’ve used for years ) and asked if it was possible to do 

“ You want to frame a rubber chicken behind glass” the picture framer repeated slowly after I had thrown the proposal to him 

“ Yes” I told him cheerfully “ it was Winnie’s favourite “ 

The fact , that he might think that this question was in any way odd surprised me, after all I could have rang him with the request that he framed the last surviving slipper of sex, which I had incidentally found amid a ton of fluff under the bed only a month ago

The picture framer then  ventured into territory he wasn’t quite prepared for.

“Do you want an insert into the frame  some wording .” He asked 

Oh that’s a good idea” I told him. “What about the following” 

“ Winifred Salote Taupo III Queen of Tonga 200? - 2020 “ 

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone

“ I think we can do that “ the picture framer said finally and rather weakly 

He then paused, obviously thinking 

“ What colour frame would you like ? “ he asked 

“ Pink!” I announced loudly 

“ Of course!” he sighed “ Of  Course you do “ 

 

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Surrender

 Plunging

Ocean deep

Where faith

and fear 

converge

wet

swimming 

not stopping

to ask why

Tongue

tasting

saltiness

and understanding

true surrender

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hand

 I'm having

to meet you

every day

my heart

and mind

need to

be reassured

that your promise

doesn't rest

on what 

others do

i see you

as the One

who guards

and restores

the brokenness

i feel

I'm uncomfortable

unnerved

questioning

looking for

contentment

in Your hands

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Hope

The Druid Stone

Ah well, here we are in 2021. Is there anybody on this planet who does not dream that humanity will, in the year ahead,  get on top of  the invisible virus that wrought so much distress in the past twelve months? Personally, I doubt it. And surely, with these various vaccines coming on stream, 2021 will  be  better.

On Wednesday,  I was in Robin Hood country south of Mansfield in Nottinghamshire. I parked Clint on Field Lane in Blidworth. According to legend, this is the village where Maid Marian lived - in a cottage opposite the churchyard  where it is further alleged that Will Scarlett - one of the merry men - was buried.

Later I walked through Fountain Dale where Robin Hood is said to have first encountered the truculent monk we now know as Friar Tuck. The story goes that they fought and then became friends.

Field Lane, Blidworth

How I wish that I had been one of  Robin's merry men. In my tights of Lincoln green and my feathered felt hat, I would have delighted in robbing from the rich for the benefit of the poor. That's just how I am. Another Allan-a-Dale. Another Much The Miller's Son.

And so I walked in that cold winter's day. Another big circle. Over three hours of plodding.

Want a ride mister?

I saw The Forest Stone where nobles and landowners gathered in the mists of time to meet with commoners and settle disputes, agreeing rents for the months ahead. Sherwood Forest was much more extensive back then. And I saw The Druid Stone - a large glacial erratic - that would have once occupied a clearing in  the forest. If it could talk - who knows what stories it might tell?

It's eight thirty in the morning. I have just seared a large joint of beef and put it in our slow cooker ready for dinner this evening. In a little while I shall return to bed for I didn't  climb the stairs until three this same morning as 2021 crept across The Atlantic Ocean to Nova Scotia before continuing its unstoppable journey to the west coast of North America.

The Forest Stone

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