How we spin and weave tales. Humpty Dumpty

I was walking with a friend when the strange topic of children’s nursery rhymes and their origins was raised.  I discovered the truth behind some of the tales is indeed very strange and proof of how stories are twisted and turned.

Take for example the tale of Humpty Dumpty.

According to some historians, Humpty Dumpty was the nickname of a cannon used during the English Civil War of 1642–1649. This was the era of the Royalists and King Charles 1 and his battle with the Parliamentarians who wished to take control and remove the king of his crown.

 

On Colechester city walls there were several large cannons, the largest was named, Humpty Dumpty and it was used to prevent the Parliamentarians from entering the city.  During the battle the Parliamentarians focused on the wall on which the great cannon sat. The wall was blown apart and as it collapsed, Humpty Dumpty hit the ground.

True to the nursery rhyme because of its great size none of the Kings horses and men were able to pull him back up again.

Just like Bob, when he is down – he is down.

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Bob’s Diary: Training and Trees.

Good morning

I have been put on a strict training program but I have a plan.

My tactics are as follows.

1. Wag tail enthusiastically at strangers – this encourages petting and stopping time.

2. Keep looking up into the trees. Maria stops to wonder what I am looking at and I get another rest.ippipp

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3. Bark at hedges. Another stop while Ellie investigates the cause of my barking.

I have to say it is working wonderfully and I really do not mind walking when I apply these few simple steps.

Maria’s Diary: Pictures of a helper who needed rescuing.

Ellie loves to work as everyone knows and Bob, well Bob is Bob and he loves to sit.

But Ellie’s last training session brought many tears, of laughter as our exercise almost ended with a helper floundering about in the water. When Ellie found him he was adrift in the river without a paddle on a sinking boat.  He was rescued. And as you can see the boat survived as did Ellie’s pal, Fred.

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Bob’s Diary: Another eventful working day.

We visited a friend today. Maria thought I would love to try something new.

This is how it went:

She threw a ball

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Ellie raced after it

I followed it .

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….with my eyes.

This was the pattern for the next half an hour: Throw, Ellie ran, I sat and followed

Eventually Ellie grew tired

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and I got my wish, we went for a walk by the river.

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Though Ellie wasn’t happy as she wanted us to go swimming.

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And as you can guess she had no chance with that idea.

 

Happy St. Patricks Day from Irish (In Hiding) Bob

I decided I was not to be humiliated like last yeaippr so I am in hiding.

But you know who decided to “Find” me!

I thought it was a neat place, you couldn’t see me, could you?

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Then she showed Maria where  I was

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and the game was over,

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but luckily it was dinner time so at least the humiliation was short and sweet.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone.

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In a perfect Ireland the following would not be heard of:

1.   Politicians who break promises as frequently as they drink tea.

2.  Social inequality – to achieve perfect equality everyone receives the same wage for working. Including politicians (which would mean pensions are limited to one pension per person.)

3.   Minority groups who claim to be in the minority with such strength of feeling their needs are met to such an excessive level that their claims exceed the majority.

4.  Rural Ireland having no public transport.  Trains and buses would run strictly to timetable.

5.   A low number of hospitals in each county – every major town would have a hospital capable of dealing with its community.

6.  Every A & E room that looks like a Christmas sale event. With people fighting for beds or in some cases trolleys.

7.  Taxes being dispersed as randomly and thoughtlessly like bird food.

8.  Tribunals – which only serve to raise the blood pressure of the average income tax payer.

9.  A police force stretched thin.

10.  Children having more rights than parents.

Please note the above are all merely my opinion/feelings on what is happening around me and I would love to hear comments or additions to the above list. Now I am off to join my chilling dog who takes life the way we were meant to (in a perfect world) – by enjoying every moment.

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The pot at the end of the rainbow.

I would like to apologize to all readers for my absence. I

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and Ellie,

were working with a voluntary search group for the past two months and my posts have been erratic.

I began to question or wonder about the belief many people have that Ireland is like the pot at the end of the rainbow full of mystery and delights. I am discovering that the pot may be half full at the moment but for many they see it as half empty.

So to remind myself of the simple delights around me I took some photos.

In truth we forget to appreciate the simple things in life,  such as

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and not forgetting, – Bob!

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Bob’s Diary: Home alone

It was a busy week for the two women which meant I was left home and alone.

My idea of heaven.

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Plenty of time to sit and think or snooze while they walked the countryside or sat around in a jeep drinking tea.

 

Maria did apologize to me and she does to you, for not posting any entertaining pictures of me doing silly things but – truth is I am enjoying the rest.

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