On adventures…

Sometimes all it takes is walking through your front door with no plans and you end up on an adventure…

As I took Boy out in town earlier on this afternoon, I thought we were going to watch a scout parade and a puppet dragon. We quickly realised that I got the date wrong as we landed in the middle of Bus Day, amongst a fleet of vintage buses taking people to random places far and wide for free all afternoon. So we got on random old buses, without having any clue where they were taking us… sometimes the driver would even change route mid way!

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Marabout – Bouts de ficelle…

I grew up in France, singing a nursery rhyme which is about three little cats. Kind of.

The song is a succession of words that blend with one another (this style is called, I think Dorica Castra) as the last syllable of the last word sounds like the first syllable of the following word…

So it starts with three little cats and then goes on about a straw hat, a door mat, a sleepwalker… and carries on ’round the houses’ until it gets to the pieces of string – “bouts de ficelle”.

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