Frank has given us the theme of CRAWL this week, and I’m borrowing his photo for my post.
I’ve already written about putting the pet slow worms under the outside lavvy door when Mum was in there. Sis and I were little sods as kids, but although this tale was mentioned at Mum’s funeral last year, Sis took all the credit.
Slow worms aren’t snakes though, they are actually legless lizards.
Snakes have never bothered me, though obviously the poisonous ones are a different kettle of fish and we have to protect Maggie from adders on our woodland walks.
In fact I’ve always been fascinated by them, so having my picture taken with a couple of pythons last year
took me back to the mid 1980s when I loaded up the car with partner’s Mum and the three lads, and collected my Mum for a day out.
We stopped first at the Oceanarium on Poole Quay where the boys had their photo taken with Monty, a twenty foot python, and so did I with partner’s Mum. My Mum didn’t like snakes as they made her skin crawl, and stayed well away.
We ended up in Compton Acres watching the large fish in the themed gardens in the pouring rain. Although we got soaked to the skin and had our picnic in the car, it was actually a wonderful day, even if it was a bit of a squash in the back seat, but the boys were all youngsters and partner’s Mum was slim so it wasn’t that bad for the short trip after picking my Mum up.
We got caught in traffic coming home though, so CRAWL took on a whole new meaning.