Apparently a large, green, blow-up Christmas tree in the centre of Paris is outrageous and humiliating if you’re of a right-wing political persuasion. The sculpture, which was part of an exhibition of modern art, was vandalised by right-wing protestors. Why? Because it looks like a butt plug.
I have to confess that I didn’t even know what a butt plug looked like (and I’m not really sure why anyone would want to use one) but now thanks to Google, I’m a little less naïve and can say that the Christmas tree really does look like a butt plug. Or it did, before it was deflated. It doesn’t seem like a big deal to me and certainly not worth protesting about. Surely there are more pressing issues that these people can protest about like child poverty, or the exploitation of animals, or climate change. But a blow-up plastic butt plug? Who cares?
I spent almost the whole day yesterday in our new garden. It’s quite large – bigger than our garden in Auckland – but we share it with the person who lives in the flat downstairs. However he doesn’t garden at all and was more than happy for me to put my stamp on it. I’ve always loved gardening and I thoroughly enjoyed my day ripping out numerous deadly nightshade bushes, shredding my hands on the thorns of a wild blackberry, and just generally trying to tame an overgrown back yard.
Deadly nightshade is an interesting plant and one I have seen before in a backyard we had in Christchurch. I might be wrong about these particular plants here in which case I’ve just ripped out four or five unknown shrubs for no good reason, except that they were a bit ugly. But the berries of deadly nightshade are highly toxic and apparently two to five of them is enough to kill an adult. They are used in the manufacture of the drug atropine.
Late this afternoon we went to the park for a play and I took this beautiful photo of Elizabeth:
I crocheted the hat and jumper over a year ago now and both are getting a little small. I’ll have to get some yarn and become a hooker again 🙂
There are some lovely homes in Aberdeen. I love this door: