It’s a bit nippy out, and there’s a North wind blowing across Nottingham as I type. You notice things like this when you have no trousers.
This cold wind may be a metaphor for the current state of world politics, if you think that a bear with a head full of viscose kapok is capable of metaphor. Or it may just be a weather report. Looking at our current crop of politicians, it’s clear that brains aren’t required, and in at least one case the stuffing appears to be leaking out.
The lack of trousers may also be a metaphor, depending on your view of the Prime Minister’s well-publicised private life.
The lack of trousers is even more apparent when you spend a lot of time sitting in a tree. It wasn’t particularly cold during the photoshoot, but there was an element of chafing I didn’t particularly care for.
This isn’t the only deficiency in the knitting. You’d think if they expected you to type a blog they’d have managed a few fingers, wouldn’t you?
Me amongst the cranesbill
However, I digress.
Today the two large moving objects that share the house went to visit something they call “the gardens”. This is different to “the garden” which is an area of untamed growth to the rear of what they call “the house”.
To get to the gardens we drove, which seems to be a process where the one with the furry face twiddles a few bits and pieces and offers a stream of helpful advice to other drivers.
The quiet one, who knitted me, mutters things like: “You really shouldn’t say things like that to people.”
I keep pointing out I’m not a panda but it doesn’t seem to sink in
I remember her voice from the knitting, because she did my ears early on, though it was nearly a day before I could see her. It’s a pity she didn’t take a bit longer and add a few extras. I’ve already mentioned trousers and fingers, but when posing for photographs it might have helped to have had a few joints. There is a limited number of poses when you can’t bend anything, and I’m not going to be Playbear of the Week if I can’t strike a pose.
Fortunately I do have a winning smile and a twinkle in my eye.
From this angle the lack of knees and elbows isn’t apparent, but this doesn’t mean I’m going to stop mentioning it
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Really loved this post! It is interesting to stand inside the mind of another – or try to – and look at the world from a different perspective.
It was actually a lot more difficult than I thought it would be when I started. 😉
I can believe that!
🙂
That driving style the bear noted seems strangely familiar as do the comments from the knitter. I have a knitter in my car too.
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An excellent post from which the one with the furry face could learn something. 🙂
I’ve already learnt not to sit in trees with no trousers.
Haha, love it. The bear certainly has the measure of the politicians 😉
I’m sure that we would do better with Sooty as PM.
He’d be to bizzy 😉
🙂 🙂 🙂
A very winning smile. Might be be persuaded to write more posts? And perhaps acquire some trousers?
All things are possible Laurie, but Julia’s comments on knitting trousers are not encouraging. 🙂
Oh, well…
He will just have to toughen up.
He is, after all, a bear.
Yes, though not quite the sort of bear you are used to in Maine.
So true!
🙂
The bear looks quite pleased with his place in the garden. Those are gorgeous blue cranesbills. 🙂
Thank you. He is quite a grumpy bear, but warmed up during the photo session. The cranesbills are always great – a lovely blue and great ground cover. They are one of the flowers we always try to introduce from cuttings wherever we go.