Accidents will happen, I know I was one, having two brothers ten years older than I, one now deceased the other older one still very much alive.

Sat having breakfast this morning I missed the coaster when replacing my mug of tea. It set me thinking, we all have these accidents, the mess is soon cleared up and all is soon forgotten. So why if these things seem so serious at the time, do we deliberately inflict potentially world ending damage on ourselves by voting idiots into power.

STORM IN A TEACUP.
“My God, my God as the cup tipped over, tea all over the table, spilling down onto the carpet. “Don’t worry Ann my love, it’s only tea it will not harm it”
Warm buttered toast, a thing I love the most, always lands buttered side down, nevertheless when accidents happen one always feels such a clown.
A prang in a car, a slip at the bar, these things cause over reaction. “It’s the end of the world, it’s fabric unfurled!” but soon begins the process of redaction.
Accidents cannot be avoided, and one would think there’s enough, so why oh why would we deliberately vote in a chuff.

Apparently most of my readership is in foreign climes mainly India. Maybe my fellow Brits have ostracised me, but I have been assured by a good friend in India, it isn’t that, it’s more that other countries understand my humour. Anyway one thing a lot of my foreign readers may not know is that a chuff as well as being a bird of the corvid (No not Covid) family, eg rooks, crows etc it is also a derogatory term meaning idiot or fool.

All words Meadowhead Bard.

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