May 2026 Do we all know the nursery rhyme about ‘the cow jumped over the moon’? Did the cow really jump over the moon? Absolutely not – cows can’t jump. And they certainly can’t jump over the moon. Haha, impossible ‘The little dog laughed to see such sport.’ Well, little dogs yap, but they don’t laugh. And jumping over the moon doesn’t sound like a sport!? ‘The dish ran away with the spoon’ Dishes can’t run. Spoons can’t run. So … all rubbish, stop misleading and

Mungo does not approve of the new manager. He looks askance at her: her fashionable outfit curated to be the perfect combo of casual and professional, her solicitous insistence on endless woke ideologies, her damned salads for lunch. Damned jumped-up housewife. He’s not sure how anyone let her out of the kitchen. Mungo stands musing on the woes and injustices of a world that could allow such outrages. ‘Have you finished with this?’ A voice cones from behind him. He starts

Crouching low he looks around pensively, not blinking, just staring through the reeds. He shivers slightly in anticipation, excitement and fear. Everyone else can do this; every one of his dozens of brothers and sisters have been merrily, actively springing around for weeks now. He shuffles, re-balances, squats again, raises his little bottom up, sits down, shuffles, squats, re-balances, raises his bottom again, shuffles, then sits down again. ‘I can do this. It’s easy,

Jumper? I scribbled down jumping hmmm… jump-start… is that two words, or one? Uh, I’ll do it later I reckoned with myself as I folded up the puzzle section of the newspaper and placed it to the side. I stood up and looked down on the floor at my pile of books and decided to pick up a few to place back on the shelf in an effort to tidy my mind a little. Ah, I sighed, and began rugging myself up in preparation for stepping outdoors into the crisp autumn air. The atmosphere