Today, as detailed on the other blog I had a sort of day off, ending with the annual inspection of my legs by the district nurse. I have two, they have five toes each, they are pink and they have blood in the that goes right to the ends of the toes. They spoke in Latin while they checked the circulation and I was half expecting words like pastern and fetlock to come into play.
I thought about asking if they thought I’d make good breeding stock but remembered in time that what sounds amusing in my head could be seen as inappropriate. In fact, as I was old enough to be father to one of the nurses and grandfather to the other it could be seen as downright creepy.
I half thought about taking a picture of my feet as I’m short of pictures but common sense took over. After over half a century of abuse, including long-distance walking, platform soles and wellingtons they are feet in the same way that the Coliseum is a venue for entertainment – they are monuments to past glory and a crumbling relic of what used to be. However, nobody is going to gasp in awe at my feet, or pay for a guided tour, so I think it best to keep them to myself.
It’s a bit like the old saying “My body is a temple”. Mine is Angkor Wat – a rambling structure that has seen better days.
Looking for the last link gave me food for thought as it mentioned archaeologists from the University of Sydney. I don’t want to be rude, and I’ve had this thought before regarding the USA too, but what do archaeologists do in countries which have a less stuff to excavate? They are both big countries so I expect remains are spread out quite thin, plus they didn’t have the benefit of being colonised by the Romans, so they have a lot less pottery and stonework to go for.
On the other hand, when you start thinking about maritime archaeology you have to admit that Australia and California offer a more attractive prospect than the North Sea.
A final though on archaeology from Agatha Christie:”I married an archaeologist because the older I grow, the more he appreciates me.”