Hover Fly
He, him, his
- Location
- Besides the lake, beneath the trees
... before I head back to France I went to visit my parents' grave, make sure the stone is still there and not someone's new lintel or suchlike. While I'm there a gaggle of 6 or 7 quite respectable looking folks in their 40s and 50s file in and head to one particular grave and stand on it, one chap starts humming "Funiculì, Funiculà" while the rest do an odd little "cock your legs sideways and move round in a circle" dance just for a couple of minutes, if that, then they all filed out of the cemetery again. Intrigued I went to look at the gravestone, Ah! it was that of a particularly nasty teacher, of the sort that would have been in prison in the modern era* and today was the anniversary of his death. So I had a little skip myself and came away.
*He had an especially nasty trick with the sharp side of a steel rule and pupils' temples, strange that an English and History teacher should need a steel rule.
*He had an especially nasty trick with the sharp side of a steel rule and pupils' temples, strange that an English and History teacher should need a steel rule.
