Let me firstly introduce myself to t'internet.

I have very little recollection of my early years growing up in the Tropics until I was adopted at the age of two by a lady who worked at Paignton Zoo.

She became my benefactor in England, providing me with very comfortable accommodation & a reasonable standard of living until her sad demise, late 2004 after what can only be described as a bizzare gardening accident. After her death, I was adopted by a generous - if not kind - couple, who owned a small human of their own, up in the frozen north. They took it upon themselves to yank me from the dregs of doom & show me a bit of this lovely planet.


"Before you can find out about the world in which we live - You need to find out about yourself" They said. So a trip to St Catherines House in that big London & a thorough search on said internet , found out this about my original mother:

"Mrs Munkey was not born in India where her father wasn't a member of the Diplomatic Service. As a girl, she suffered no horrific abuse at the hands of nuns and neither was she educated at Roedean, where she didn't become Head Girl. She did not recieve a scholarship to Cambridge where she never read History, not working after graduation for the British Consul in Paris, where she wasn't discovered by an internationally famous film director who didn't ask him to write a screenplay for him, subsequently not becomming her first husband.

After not returning to England, she held no influential positions at the BBC before not being appointed Literary Editor of a well regarded newspaper. She did not then surprise everybody by launching herself on a successful literary career as the author of a series of best-selling cookery books. She is not married with two children and doesn't live in a former vicarage or old post office in Sussex, where she never enjoys walking her dogs or playing the piano. She does not have homes in Highgate, Cape Cod, Manhattan or Nice where she hasn't written two acclaimed post- Modernist novels. Her much anticipated autobiography is not shortly to be published. Last year she wasn't made a Dame of the British Empire. "

That over with, we set off on our adventures with a sense of wonderment of the world of opportunities in which we live, desperate to enjoy each day to the max.



There follows some scribblings on my aspect of Human/Nature.


My philosophy these days - Live every day as if its your last.


One day, you'll be right.


Regards.



Mr. M.




P.S. At the bottom of this page is a GALLERY button, please feel free to peruse my snaphots. :-)

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