Looks like s/he just won a game of Oath and is ready to exile everyoneâŚ
Gwen likes the spring flowers. Or I do and sheâs willing to indulge me by sitting in front of them briefly for photos on walks.
Thatâs a spectacular tongue on show there.
The rules are cat. Cat shall be the whole of the rules.
Donât be alarmed. Itâs normal for cats to be drawn to 1862; itâs a game that embodies the âdo it my way or Iâll ruin youâ attitude that drove the railway mania in 17th century East Anglia. Itâs very much aligned with cat-like mentalities.
Or maybe the hex fields looked too much like Calico tilesâŚ
For what I have seen of East Anglia, flat as a pan, shouldnât surprise me⌠The lack of challenges drives to the darkest passionsâŚ
There once was a girl from East Anglia
Whose loins were a tangle of ganglia.
Her mind was a webbing
Of Freud and Kraft-Ebbing
And all sorts of other new-fanglia.
Good news: no hills. Bad news: swamp is non-load-bearing. Also malaria (âfen agueâ).
I once drove a young lady from the East End of London around the sights of the lower Macleay (the Macleay being the area where I live) only for her to describe it as âlike a big subtropical Norfolkâ, which I donât think she meant to be flattering.
I tried to urge the issue of non-load-bearing swamp on the engineers who routed the new Pacific Motorway to the east of here, but my words fell on deaf ears.
In the words of emperor Claudius âBritannia has lots of potential, once drainedâ
Now hang on a moment! Railway mania in the seventeenth century!?
I now have visions of an alarmed engineer shouting âWhat are you doing?! You canât drain that â thatâs a load-bearing swamp!â
Heh! You ought to look into why Bangkok is sinking, and why the Indonesians are building a new capital city to replace Jakata.