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Lock, stock and barrel

We’ve all heard of someone who vanished into thin air without a trace left behind.  They just up and left,  and took all with them, lock stock and barrel – the whole shebang.    They left nothing behind.

Just like those nomads in Mangolia, who, every autumn leave the mountainous regions for sunnier pastures below before winter sets in.  They take everything with them, not an iota stays behind, not even their houses, and least of all, their animals.  Lock and stock and barrel in hand, they head off on this massive journey where they will find longer grass for their animals and warmer temperatures in the sheltered valley below.

I can’t help it but this expression leaves me thinking that we are in the wild west of America, back in the 19th century, heading out west to better prospects, in search of gold perhaps.  We carry with us our entire possessions and they come with us everywhere.  One day we’re in Illinois, the next day Kansas,  and the following day we fold up camp and move on to Colorado bringing lock, stock and barrel with us.

And the barrel?  Does that refer to a gun?  Well, yes, it does, and so do the lock and the stock. These are all parts of, and together make up, the entire gun.  That is where this expression is believed to have come from.

America, the land of the free and the brave.  The country where everyone is entitled to go around with their lock, stock and barrel in hand, defending what is rightfully theirs.  Now I digress and take to ranting so I’ll take my leave and go on my merry way with my own lock, stock and barrel (which is not a gun)  and I’ll bid you adieu.

 

 

 

Tit For Tat

With the term “tit for tat” in mind one thinks of serious things like personal  vendettas, where one goes out on a mission and kills all before him just to satisfy his need for revenge,  or family feuds, where every single member of the families in question are either killed or maimed or living in fear of their lives, or gangland crime, where it’s not safe to go out in the street lest you be hit in the crossfire.  Or, on a smaller scale, two teenage girls offending each other in public “She bad mouthed me so I’ll bad mouth her back. I’ll tell everyone what she told me in secret, the bitch.  That’ll learn her”.  Or, yet another image – too little tiny weeny tots, one pulling the other’s hair and the other pulling hers even harder, neither of them letting go so as to prove that “you pull my hair, I’ll pull yours”

None of this “turning the other cheek”.  No…. it’s “an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth”  “you did me wrong so I’ll do you a similar disfavour”.   He  has hurt you bad and you’re not letting him away with it.  You’ll lash out with all you’ve got and hurt him right back.

“Tit for tat”, “tip for tap”, “this for that” and, in dutch, “dit voor dat”.  Whatever its origins are, we all get its meaning!

 

Red Rag to a Bull

We’ve all heard the term before; Red rag to a bull, and we know its meaning (or do we?).  Today, for some reason, it popped into my mind and I have a strong urge to write something in connection with it.

When you think about this term, your mind conjures up the image of that of a mad lunatic (let’s say it’s you) approaching a bull and shaking frantically a red piece of clothing.  It might be the t-shirt you had on or a bag you’re carrying or a red blanket (or rag).  The thing is, you’re feeling a bit unstable today, slightly unhinged, you got out of the wrong side of the bed this morning, you want to have “words” with someone,  you’re looking for trouble, you want to ruin someone’s day today because you own isn’t going too nicely, you might have tried to pick a fight with someone you know earlier on, like your boyfriend or your sister and that didn’t work out, as they didn’t take the bait.  So there’s only one thing for it and that is to find a bull and try and get some sparks flying from him, rile him up a bit, ruffle his feathers, make him bloody angry, make that blood boil.  And then go for the jugular?

But what you don’t realise is that you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.  You haven’t factored in that this bull is a formidable creature.  Like you, he’s raring to go, beligerent and feisty.  Unlike you, he’s genuinely strong and mean and can do a whole lot of damage.  Who are you kidding?  Who’s going to come out unscathed the other side, you or him?

You should have stuck to that fight you were picking with your boyfriend or sister or whoever it was and kept niggling at them, tormenting them with your verbal attacks, getting under their skin, taunting them with your insults and insinuations.  Or you should have gotten back into bed and either stayed there or gotten out the right side

That bull is coming at you at a fierce rate and it sees RED.  His target is you, you who is frenziedly waving your arms and body, and he’s coming for you so you’d better get out of the way or else!!!

Now the question of whether a bull goes berserk when he sees red arises.  And upon researching this (a few minutes ago) I found out that bulls are, in fact, colour blind.  So it makes no odds to him whether that rag is red or blue.  He’s a bull and you’re in a china shop!!

Tiger Moth

I have just come across this  photo of a tiger moth from among Mauricio’s photos.  At first I thought it was a butterfly and asked Mauricio what type it was.  So he put me straight on the matter.  One of the main differences between them is a butterfly’s antennae are club-shaped with a long shaft and a bulb at the end.  A moth’s antennae are feathery or saw-edged. Butterflies tend to fold their wings vertically up over their backs. Moths tend to hold their wings in a tent-like fashion that hides the abdomen. Butterflies are typically larger and have more colourful patterns on their wings. Moths are typically smaller with drab-coloured wings.  Not the case here, I must say.

Another difference is a more obvious one;  we tend to see butterflies during the day and moths at night, but this isn’t always the case as can be seen below.

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GETTING AULD

Can’t even get over a bit of a gate anymore.  There was a time when I’d tumble over the gate, head first, throwing the rest of the body over, like a rag doll.  Well nowadays, even though I pride myself in being fit like a fiddle, I tend to climb over the gate upright.  Could it be modesty (after all I was wearing a skirt)?  Could it be fear that I might break a bone or land on my head?  Or could it just “Auld Age”?  There we were, the two of us, holding on for dear life trying to get over a simple gate down the fields like a pair of grannies and not even one grandchild between us.

 

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Fairy land at Lough Boora Parklands

It was like entering into another realm when we got off the path and went into where the willow stuctures were in Lough Boora Parklands in the midlands of Ireland, the heart of the bog (and all that)

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After making our way through  labyrinths of willow structures we finally came to where the Fly Agaric mushrooms were and if we hadn’t already thought we were in some magical land, we certainly did now

 

There were literally hundreds of them all around us.  Soooo trippy!!  There must be fairies living around there!