Earlier today I was feeling hot under the collar about damn bureaucrats,
damn politicians, the damn corporate world and all the other damn bozos who are
running the damn country. So I went for a walk and took the route that runs
alongside the field where the sheep are.
I heard the different voices of the individual mothers, and
watched the lambs racing to answer their calls. It made me smile, and smiling
is damn fine therapy.
* * *
Did you know that there was outraged reaction among
cinema goers when Clark Gable uttered the famous line ‘Frankly, my dear, I don’t
give a damn?’ It was considered quite a naughty word in those days, apparently.
And then Mrs Thatcher came along, which encouraged us all to
become practiced in the use of rather stronger expletives.
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