Wild as a wallaby's underpants

My mother was a fount of bizarre sayings. What do they mean. I am sure a wallaby would be wild if you tried to place him in underpants but to be as wild as them....I don't know. Here are some more of these bizarre sayings:

My hands are rough as badgers
I'm as stewed as an owl

Mind you I now find myself doing it and somehow on the internet where a journal becomes a blog they seem oddly at home. Anyway I feel as trashed as a goat so am signing off.

Wet and windy

How very British to talk about the weather! It was extremely wet and extremely windy along the SW coast yesterday. Trainlines closed(although that is not unusual), roads flooded and sea walls collapsing. All the SW coastguard were called out and I loved it! There is something about extreme weather that is exhilarating. I think it is the perspective it brings in terms of the fact that we have not tamed nature. Long after I have gone the sea will still be battering the shoreline, the wind will be tearing branches from trees and the rain will wash away man made constructions.
I love the first part of TS Elliot's Dry Salvages that puts it so much better than me.
http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/tseliot/7068
" The sea has many voices, many gods and many voices"

Wild weather also brings a sense of freedom, don't you think? It makes me want to join in its wildness and throw off restraint for a while.

Ah well, back to work :-)

Anther day another post

Well the Red Sox won, I collected on a bet made in April and 5,000 miles away another day kicks off.
If only work was as exciting as watching the final game of a world series.

A start

It's a start. The little yan as opposed to the big yin with whom I have next to nothing in common