Little Wandering Wren …. chats!

 British General Election 2020! Last Thursday   the storm clouds gathered over the not-so-United Kingdom   for the General Election. It is fair to say that things have moved on a bit,  ok a lot,  since I did  my A-level in Government and Politics. Ummm I suppose it was rather a long time ago...  Indeed the last time I voted in this country,   the name Margaret Thatcher  was on the ballot paper! 'Who's UKIP and Nicola?' 'What happened to the LiB Dems?' Ed who? 'Scotland is interesting!' But as quickly as I tried to get up to speed  with what was going on politically, and trust me,  those who'd not lived abroad for twenty plus years struggled too... The next day it all changed! It was like a political Ring a ring o' roses British nursery rhyme That we used to sing in the school play ground. Ring a ring o' roses A pocket full of posies A tishoo, a tishoo We all fal...

It's been a cracker of a British week! We've had everything here starting with a Princess born, Wren veterans at VE celebrations, a visit to a Sir Christopher Wren inspired garden, and  a General Election. It's a real trip down memory lane for me returning to the   English countryside where I grew up. 1, I remember Wren... I was a country girl living in a small Oxfordshire village. Learning to ride my pony and cantering across these hills, or perhaps more like careering wildly out of control,  I had a spirited and young chestnut mare. I never thought I would end up with a life of city living in Australia. 2, I remember Wren I gave birth to my two daughters in Cheltenham maternity hospital. They were easy uncomplicated births but on the third day after Daughter No 1 was born my car was stolen from the hospital car park. It was eventually found in Brighton six week later... I remember sobbing my eyes out  with our new baby ...