To Chew or Not to Chew . . .

Just noticed have not blogged for almost two months; so what significant rumination should I engage in?

Question to self:

“What have I been doing lately?”

Answer: 

“Well, Dorothy and I have been on holiday with our overseas family in ole London town.  That’s occupied the last six weeks; experiencing in the city's locations, encounters and observations of its art and creativity. Some art-encounters were inspirational, interpretable, reflectable, some sub-intelligible, or downright bonkers. All such encounters encountered through our engaging the art-of-ambulant-activity (aka “walking from place to place”) . . .

So to summarise our activity in an artistic spirit I’ve “rattled off a rhyme” . . .

        Went into London for a walk,

        Not to eat a pie of pork,

        There to neither talk nor gork,

        Just to walk, and walk, and walk.

Question to self:

“So John, what’s the significance of a pork pie in your rhyme?”

Answer: 

“Good question . . .  I’ll ruminate on it and get back to you if something comes up . . .”

Next month I’ll really try to offer more by the way of depth and significance . . .