I couldn’t give a fig


A bowl of figs

A bowl of figs

The expression makes these wonderful fruits sound worthless.

Whereas in fact it comes from a Spanish pun between the 2 almost identical words for fig and the female genitals.

It was the name for a rude gesture in which the thumb is placed between the first and second fingers.

In Shakespeare’s time it was known as The Fig of Spain.

Knowing all this doesn’t lessen my pleasure in eating them!

May the roads rise with you

So many beautiful things

So many beautiful things

May the roads rise with you and the wind be always at your back.

So begins the Gaelic blessing I read long ago on a stamp on the back of a Christmas card envelope.

If we stop to listen to what we’re saying, we can hear some beautiful words of greeting and parting.

Even the simple ‘Welcome’ and ‘Farewell’; or ‘Goodbye’ which is a contraction of ‘God be with you’.

The dustman, climbing back into his cab this morning, used an Italian well-wishing phrase I love:

Tante belle cose  which literally translated means So many beautiful things.