‘Don’t fight it, splat through it,’ Hubby said on our walk this morning.
We had just emerged from the Bunny Route and turned left to go down towards Humphrey’s Stump. Where trees had fallen and the centres cut out by the forestry commission guys, it was pretty muddy underfoot.
I was tentatively trying to walk along the outskirts rather than risk sliding in the mud.
In the past, though not here, I have been known to slip and land on my backside.
Once, before I started to wear steel cap boots, I lost my shoe in a muddy suction hole, and without thinking tried to retrieve it with my toes. Those were the days when I didn’t wear socks, and even though I squelched a bit, I had the added bonus of exceedingly soft skin after the event.
Hubby has a unique way with words sometimes. I mean, who else would come up with the label ‘Splatty Tatties’ for boring herby tatty (potato) cakes.
But it would appear that there is a lot of money to be made in Splat Merchandise.
I found this image of a clock, and you can have it in a variety of colours. So instead of asking the time, perhaps you’d ask what Splat it was.
Then you could have a set of Splat mug rests (coasters) ,
or a spoon rest for the kitchen (again available in a variety of colours) .
There are games, toys, wallpapers, nail varnish (2 coats apparently) , designer clothes, colouring books, a whole treasure trove of goodies available under the ‘Splat Hat’ (of which there is a HUGE range to chose from) .There is also some pretty amazing Art available.
But then Splat type images have been around for years and used in the medical profession