“You’re neither use nor ornament!” is what my Granny used to say when I was under her feet. I never really knew what it meant when I was little apart from scarper and find something to do. I tell you that for no reason other than it occurred to me as I typed the title
The country’s most prized ornament at the moment, arguably, is the Olympic flame which is the ornament to all the many torches that the bearers are passing in such an ambitious relay.
It came to my town today. I was not there. I was at work. I had to walk from work and watch it with my colleagues for 1 minute as it passed. I enjoyed that. My family were at the Ilfracombe Olympics having fun and waiting for it to arrive and stay for 1 hour. I am not bothered. I am Fine about that. Really.
My dear Mum took enough photos and footage that I could probably complete the rest of this years challenge without pressing snap again!
I have also recently started to link up a Shakespeare quote on my other blog on monday’s and today, when looking for a flame quote it just happened to mention ornament as well. Happy co-incidence.
It was dreadful to have all those strapping Met Police officers (well the nice ladies are not strapping of course!) that are the Flame Security Team milling around.. I wanna be that flame, I want strapping met officers to make sure i’m secure . Enough, g’night.