Sunday Sunbeams in Sherwood Forest
Those are links to three posts I did about Sherwood Forest. Some of them seem to be in galleries, so must date from the time I struggled with the new editor. Looking at them I wonder if it my be worth trying again. I just wish they would leave it alone and would keep it simple. I’m here to write, not to become computer literate to keep up with constantly changing systems. My brain is not wired like that.
However, I haven’t come here to complain about WP and modern life.
I just came here to add some links to blogs about Sherwood Forest. I’m sure there must be more, but I have probably omitted the word “Sherwood” from the titles.
Julia is not happy with me. We have, as I may have mentioned once or twice, been married 33 years. Two nights ago she dreamed that I was conduct an affair with another women. This is clearly not a likely scenario as I am a man of great fidelity. I am also lazy, bad at lying and, to be frank, look more like a tramp than a paramour.
What she really took offence a was the fact that I described her as s “squeaky guinea pig”. I pointed out that it was her dream and she couldn’t blame me for what I did in her dream. It clearly irked her though, as she kept going back to it.
It would have been better if I hadn’t added, after holding this conversation half a dozen times, that if I were to describe her as anything in the pet line it would be a hamster because although they are small and squeaky, they are also cutely rotund. I won’t make that mistake again.
And I definitely won’t do my impression of a hamster using my fingers to form cheek pouches.
I thought I’d add some pictures of her looking glamorous to try and dig myself out of this one.
Julia – looking sophisticated in Bakewell
I am very surprised that you survived to write the post.
It can be quite harrowing as I imagine myself falling apart with an exotic ailment. But then I stop reading, realise I feel quite well and carry on . . .
Dream state is an odd land to visit. Many years ago, I remember once dreaming that I was dead. In the dream, I was panicking, not knowing what happened, or being able to figure it out. From behind me I heard a voice saying, “Well, I didn’t do it.” I spun around to see a lady with short white hair sitting in a chair. I didn’t know her, never saw her before and here she was, in my house! I looked around an saw a computer on the floor, parts strewn about. After a bit I decided there was no returning to life, and I should make the best of it, wherever I was. Outside there was a futuristic car, which whisked me to a restaurant. Inside it was spacious, dark, heavy wood beam construction, bar and table service. No one could see me. I wandered past the bar, down past the kitchen where I could see people working and cooking going on, sounds of clanging pots and pans, sizzling food. Ahead was a door to the outside, and a large sign that said “EXIT”. I went through the door and woke up. I haven’t been back since. 🙂
If I’d dreamed I was dead I’d have avoided the door marked “Exit”. 🙂 Glad you got back to us. 🙂
Glad YOU are still with us! Keep writing!
Thank you. Will do! 🙂
You have done so well together. I see the Sherwood Forest site gives the age of the Major as 1100 years
There are several old oaks. I used to go to school by taxi when we lived in Lincolnshire and we stopped to pick up girls from this farm. I never knew they had an old oak on the farm. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bowthorpe_Oak
It’s funny how real dreams can seem. I’ve had more than a few that have been hard to shake. And, best not tocompare a wife to any kind of rodent, no matter how cute. 😉
It’s funny how real dreams can seem. I’ve had more than a few that have been hard to shake. And, best not to compare a wife to any kind of rodent, no matter how cute. 😉
had one a few months ago that seemed to be real and seemed to keep going even as I was brushing my teeth and dressing.
Yup, some dreams are like that.
A wife’s dreams should be treated like dynamite with a lit fuze.
Over the years I have become very casual. This was a reminder that the first thing that comes into my head is probably best kept to myself.
That is true – we should keep out best bits to those who appreciate the cleverness and wonder – ourselves.
🙂 Good plan!