Rubbish Thirteenth Century Verse and a Puncture

    Sumer is a-cumen in

         Lhud sing cuccu

    Groweth sed  and bloweth med

         And spring be wid nu

            Sing cuccu!

They may not have had X-factor or Britains’s got talent, but the residents of Albion or Mercia or whatever probably had their own karaoke types.  Why this particular fragment has survived to be reproduced in a hundred anthologies is a mystery. I expect it was taken on a Viking ship to Arabia where rain doth not rot nor mould corrupt.  And yet from these feeble beginnings we ended up with Shakespeare!

Speaking of summer a-cumen in, we have had a spell of mend-your-bike-in-the-garden weather, and my bike duly obliged by getting a puncture after managing the whole wet and cold winter without one.

The dangling gloves are my insurance against a return of the cold.  The structure in the background started life as a prototype climbing frame for kids, and is to end its life as a prototype climbing frame for runner beans.  How hath the mighty fallen.  It is a truncated icosahedron, variously also known as a Carbon-60 molecule, a Buckyball, a football, or to give it its grandest title, Buckminsterfullerene.

Now with my puncture mended I’m off for a ride in the late evening sun, Lhude sing cuccu.

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