“Well behaved women don’t go down in history”!
Well that’s what the plaque in a shop said, and it got me a-pondering. Not about all the good, bad and iron girdled ladies in history, but on me own personal code of conduct.
What is considered to be “well behaved” can be a matter of personal opinion, of course, but the notion gives a valid argument to me rebellious and occasional forthright nature. When it comes down to it, historically or current standing, I’m not one for following life’s lemons. Never have been, never will be. Me skin may have taken more than its lifetime recommendation of grating, but I’ve earned me pips and me zest is never less than half full.
So, when summit has to go down, summit must’ve have come up, first. If it’s important enough, don’t take it lying down, is my honourable advice.
Anyway… the real splash of enlightenment came when wandering back home, via the scenic route. A pre-pubescent lad uttered an amazing, some would say out-dated, wise admission to his senior chaperones:
“I’ve got the personality of a child”
Ha… so have I!