A Little Person's Ides of March.

Something reminded me earlier that today is the Ides of March, that fateful day when Julius Caesar met his end and Mark Anthony cast a sly eye in the direction of Egypt. It is a day worthy of note, a portentous day, the day on which I had probably the strangest experience of my whole life. I decided that I couldn’t let it pass without making a blog post, but I knew I’d told the story of 15^th March 1995 before on this blog and it wouldn’t do to repeat myself. Good writers don’t do that, do they?

I did. I searched the date and found that I’d told the story of 15^th March 1995 three times in different years. They were told in different words and set in different contexts, but they were all the same story. I felt truly ashamed of myself (but you can read one of them here if you’re interested.)

So did anything of note happen to me today? Yes it did: I saw the first bat of the season out hunting at twilight, which is always one of spring’s great pleasures. I also did the first of the serious shrub-trimming jobs in the garden which included using the heavy pole hedge trimmer for the first time since last autumn. The effect on both my injured arm and my cardio-vascular issue was most uncomfortable, but as far I know I haven’t died of either yet. Sorry to disappoint.