...in my Viking dreams.
So, let's not dwell on the Vikings. Coach Ali says they were 'dicks' anyway, and people who like them are dicks who like dicks... an interesting thought. He said adoring Vikings was like adoring Nazis. I said that I thought all ancient peoples were dicks - what with the raping and pillaging, which seemed to be his biggest complaint. But the heroic virtues, the Homeric virtues one might say, do seem to be consistent: courage, honour, loyalty to kin and so on. But really, great muscles and impressive fighting are what I react to....
Look, really, let's not dwell on the Vikings.
The wren babies are still tweeting. The scruffy blackbird is still visiting. The dog's still somewhat lame. The cats still demand that I wriggle the string for them. Or lie down. One of the two. Or they scream at me.
It is no longer scorching. It's cloudy and rather muggy.
Today I have been thinking how the country should have its own laws. Like about driving with the awareness that there may be animals crossing the road anywhere. People should be fined for running them over if they were speeding. Like about not moaning about the smells of animals or the shit of birds or the sound of cocks crowing.
Today I have been thinking that I have an immensely lucky life. No one to answer to. Work still that pays well. My house and animals. My stupid interests. My health. My freedom. Really, I am so fortunate. I have been hearing stories of lives that seem so constrained and so painful and I feel the hurt that the world imposes on so many. And I have to be cognizant of my fortune. I have to be. I am not, after all, raped and pillaged.
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