One of the most famous English folktales is ‘The Boy Who Cried Wolf’. The story goes that a young shepherd would trick his fellow villagers by shouting for help, pretending that wolves were attacking his sheep. Several times the villagers rushed to his aid, only to discover the shepherd laughing at them. Of course, when a wolf really did attack, no-one came to his aid.
This week local officials in my hometown pleaded for people to stop “crying wolf” because… Continue reading →
The reason I didn’t post last night is because I went out for dinner at 7pm and didn’t get home till 2. Seriously unusual for moi. When it comes to leisure time my preference is always to lie around on the couch reading and writing. Maybe it was the coffee I drank at 10 o’clock that kept me going – I don’t usually touch the stuff – but I don’t think so.