Just saw this photo when looking for photos and it reminded me I’d seen a Red Admiral basking in a morning sunbeam on the end wall of the bungalow next door – just like this Peacock earlier in the year.
It’s just turned 10am and I have survived without any major disasters or ludicrous occurrences. I did have a parcel that resisted my efforts at opening it, but a big knife and profanity soon solved that. It was one of those old-fashioned padded envelopes with a paper outer skin and a padding comprised of what I would describe as “shoddy”. However, I may be misusing the term. I use it for shredded waste, but when I look it up, it is more properly used for the cloth made from the shredded waste. It’s an interesting subject on its own, being an early example of recycling – rags being gathered, sorted and once again, being used to make clothing.
As for my misuse of the term – it’s vocabulary I learned from family members who used to work in the textile trade in the north, and I may well have been inaccurate in my learning. A bit like Mondegreens and the Mandela Effect.
Having said that, I’m doubtful that the Mandela Effect really exists. A lot of it seems to be the internet building something up and turning it into a new thing to write books about. Just because people with bad memories can get together on the internet to pool their faulty memories, it doesn’t necessarily mean there is a whole science of collective misremembering. It’s just how we are.
I can explain a number of the quotes that I supposedly remember badly. I’m actually being 100% accurate in quoting published misquotes. They are easy to remember compared to a fleeting moment in a film. It’s not a science of shared mistakes – it’s the dissemination of misinformation by modern media. I’ve watched Casablanca once, I think. Or maybe seen parts of it several times. I’m not a film buff and I don’t find it that easy concentrating on a whole film when there are books around and cups of tea to make. But I’ve seen the misquote “Play it again, Sam.” so many times it has taken root. Same for “Luke, I am your father.”
As for misremembered deaths – I agree I can’t tell you when Neil Armstrong died, but if I’m honest, I thought he was still alive. Celebrity deaths are so easy to miss or forget. I’m not one of the people who thought Nelson Mandela died in prison, because I noticed him being President of post-apartheid South Africa, and I don’t remember Mother Theresa being made a saint whilst she was still alive because I know that doesn’t happen. You have to die first. It’s a fairly strict requirement, like the Pope being Catholic. Churches are very keen on detail. That’s not a scientific phenomenon, it’s the coagulation of ignorance.
However, I digress. I’ve just been having brunch (an omlette made of leftovers and odd bits) when a parakeet landed on the bird feeders. Unfortunately, it couldn’t get much from the squirrel-proof feeders so it may not come back. I keep meaning to keep a camera by the back window . . .
And the title – mungo is a lower quality version of shoddy. I wouldn’t have thought that was possible.
St Mungo is also the patron Saint of Glasgow, and the German for Mongoose.






