By: Blonde Two
It is so tempting to make a joke about “exceedingly good cakes here but, although I do love a French Fancy, today I want to commune with the other Mr Kipling for “sixty seconds of distance run.”
There have been many times dear Blondees and Blondettes when I have talked to you with pride of the courage and perseverance of our youngsters. They often show determination when worn out and always take care of each other (and us). Today though, I am feeling like I might be needing a little sip from the pot of courage myself.
Today, in this Blonde’s life, Mr Triumph and Little Miss Disaster have equal chances of appearing (I can’t tell you more). I am hoping that Blonde fortitude will win through whatever happens. If I can’t hold my head up high, keep a stiff upper lip, keep my shirt on (best had) and be as cool as a cucumber then I won’t be too pleased with myself.
It might be quite funny though if I, in typical Blonde fashion, was stiff as a cucumber, held my shirt up high and cooled my head. I might try it, just to see what reaction I get. Note to self: pack cucumber in work bag.
Whatever happens and however I comport myself, the Blondes are off to camp again tonight and there is a touch of snow forecast. I imagine I will have lots of important things to take my mind off Mr Triumph and Little Miss Disaster.
Just a bit of history: Kipling’s Groove on Gimmer Crag in Langdale was regarded as the most difficult climb in the Lake District for many a year. It was so named because it was “ruddy hard”.
In trying circumstances I think of Shackleton.
Whatever your problem I wish you the will and perseverance to overcome.
Sorry. That anonymous was me. Forgot to fill in the boxes.
Formez vos bataillons,
Marchons, marchons !
Qu’un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons !
Say what you like about them, they do a great national anthem. Take heart, dear heart.
“Bear patiently my heart, for you have suffered heavier things.” Homer. As true today as 3,000 years ago. When, incidentally, all those Bronze Age houses on Dartmoor would have been lived in.
You have been told that, even like a chain, you are as weak as your weakest link.
This is but half the truth. You are also as strong as your strongest link.
To measure you by your smallest deed is to reckon the power of the ocean by the frailty of its foam.
Kahlil Gibran.
P.S. Pobody’s Nerfect