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We all know the story of the Princess and the Pea, right? Okay so Hans Christain Anderson tells it a little better, but just to recap: A prince is looking for a princess to marry but all the princesses he meets are not to his liking. Then one night there is a storm and a woman claiming to be a princess comes seeking shelter. The family put her up for the night, but place a pea on the bed and pile twenty mattresses on top. When she wakes in the morning the prince asks how she slept and she says 'terribly! Didn't sleep a wink! Sooooo uncomfortable" or some such thing. And so hurrah! They know she is a princess. Which is just as well because the prince fancied the pants off her. So they get married and live the proverbial happy-ever-after-sail-into-the-sunset.
I was always horrified by this story. I would cringe with embarrassment at the princess's bad manners. So what if she had a bad night? These kind people put you up for the night when you had no-where to go and the next morning all you can do is COMPLAIN? I was truly, deeply concerned by this.
I don't know what made me think of this, or even write about it on this velvety sunday night. But thats what's on my mind.
Nothing heavy, nothing big.
Which is just perfect for this cricket-chirrupy sunday night, sky all black and crunchy with stars