2nd March 2023

How middle aged and very middled class you have become when in the shade of trees, at a National Trust venue, you have a play a verbal game of swallow, Housemartin, Swift, Swallow tennis!
"It looks like a Swallow to me, its the right size!"
"Its a house Martin, living in the eaves?"
"Perhaps it is a Swallow?"
"Maybe its a Swift!" "Yes possibly it is a swift?"
"No it is a Swallow, look at its tail!"
"Its too small to be a Swallow, it must be a Swift?"
"It moves like a Swallow, I think I am right!"
What did we do before Google, did we start a drama to last the length of the walk.?
Each insisting they were correct. Walking in grumpy silence, each mulling it over.
So often I am repeating the same thing. Never fully believing I could be correct.
Then even changing sides in this polite discussion.
Another lesson in trusting oneself.
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