JUST SOME THOUGHTS...

Hubby was brought up on a farm and so had many friends amongst the farming community. Well it happened that one day many years ago, an elderly gentleman with no transport bought a goat for his smallholding and asked if we could collect it for him.

Not being too countrified, I went along expecting a cute little kid that I could make a fuss of on the journey home. When we arrived at the sellers farm, we were shown a huge beast with ginormous horns and evil red eyes, but being up for a laugh we decided that if we dropped the seats in our estate car we could fit it in the back.

So after lots of pulling, pushing, shoving and grunting, the animal was squeezed into the car. It refused to lie down and spent most of its time insisting on looking through the front window, its head between ours. I have no idea what people in oncoming cars must have thought on seeing the three faces looking back, except that we must have a really ugly child.

It was a slow journey, the goat slipping and sliding at every corner we came to, and leaving us little reminders all over the floor to tell us that it wasn’t too happy. Anyway we were making our way ever closer to where we could thankfully drop off our passenger when we came to a busy traffic island...

A hearse and several funeral cars went past and then we slipped into a gap in the traffic. It wasn’t until we got onto the straight again that we realised that the funeral cars had got seperated at the island and we were now behind the hearse and family cars, but at the head of a procession of several mourners cars.

This was quite a few years ago and it was the correct thing amongst our parents generation to stand with respect as a funeral passed by, so it was hard to stifle giggles as we saw people stop and solemnly watch the cars go by, only for their faces to register sheer amazement when they saw the goat.

We decided that all we could do was to look suitably dignified and hope that everyone thought the goat was a much loved family pet accompanying its master to his final resting place, all the time looking for a side road to make our escape.

Oh to be young and foolish again…  although old and foolish is quite fun too. J

So what to reminisce about next…  maybe the time we got caught up in a rally in my mini car. I think we were in 3rd place before anyone realised that we weren’t supposed to be there…   or maybe the day we towed hubbys brother tied to a rope behind the car on icy roads. So stupid… but funny at the time, especially when we pulled over and he continued sliding down the road, lol.

Just a brief thought as I don’t usually do politics, but this event stayed in my mind.

There was an unspoken feeling of great unease, even embarrassment, when fate had it that competitors from Russia and Georgia were left to compete against each other in the Olympic shooting, in the wake of the current conflict there.

But gestures speak louder than words on so many occasions and to see Paderina,(Russian) hug Salukvadze,(Georgian) and kiss her cheek after winning their respective medals just summed up the spirit and true meaning of the Olympics.