I have often comforted myself, after having done something stupendously idiotic, that it really was no great matter, "there will always be someone else who has done the same thing". There was such reassurance to realize that regardless of what I had done…there would always be a group of people, equally ignorant, ready to welcome me with open arms
Sometimes it isn't stupidity that binds us. Common things, little things that all people do – watch the flowers, analyze their colors, observe the birds, encourage squirrels, wait for cats, greet dogs…not always in a single morning (Aubrey is guilty as charged)…but there is a unity in feeling kindly towards the natural world.
Anyway, this morning, I felt that I was doing something that no one else in this country was doing. I was humming a song under my breath, and as hard as I listened, no answering voice came towards me. Which is hard to believe, actually, because it really is a catchy tune.
But it is an old one. It was popular in the early 17th century, and could best be catorgorized as 'saucy' or 'bawdy' – even 'naughty'. It is called 'Watkins Ale' and when you realize that this isn't the type of ale you draw from the tap, the lyrics all seem to make sense.
The version I've included here isn't my favorite, but it will suffice.
Drink up, ladies.