You know what, the only thing that's pissing me off about being off work. One day, when I was actually in, I took a short-cut across St James's Park and saw, in the lake, a black swan. I don't think I have ever seen a black swan before; if anything, it was even more beautiful than white swans. But I didn't have my camera, and I bet by the time I go back it will have disappeared.
I do so like swans. My primary school was called St Hugh's, and we had a school hymn written specially for us by our famous-author-teacher which included the words
He was kind to God's creatues a swan was his pet- most of the words are in the extended entry which just goes to show that if you learn a hymn at 5 it stays with you for life...
Our blazer - and our berets/caps, although they were dying out by the time I started - were embroidered with a swan.
St Hugh was a monk in the days long ago
He is our patron wherever we go
[two lines forgotten]
He was kind to God's creatures a swan was his pet
The poor were looked after forgiven each debt
At Witham and Lincoln and far London too
They loved and they honoured the good bishop Hugh
St Hugh went to heaven to live with our Lord
We'll go there too if we just keep his word
Our school's Latin motto means kind pure and true
And we'll be like that with the Help of St Hugh
