Jelly Peppers

My Son turned thirteen a couple of weeks ago, he’s growing up fast, even if he isn’t growing that tall, unfortunately it looks like he got the short ass gene just like his Dad.

But I do have to smile when I walk to work at this time of year, my route through the cemetery is lined with Horse Chestnut trees, so the pathways are littered with conkers.

When I was young we spent hours here collecting the biggest conker to take to school, with an old shoe lace tied through it or indeed a new shoe lace, just don’t tell my Dad!

These days the Great British game of conkers is banned in most schools, too dangerous!! The only tears I remember from school during a game of conkers, was when someone’s beloved unbeaten conker was suddenly smashed into dozens of pieces.

But not only remembering my school days makes me smile, but my Son had his own special word for conkers when he was little. We don’t know why but he called them….

Jelly Peppers

We never knew why or where he got the words from. We always called them conkers, but he insisted they were Jelly Peppers, he wouldn’t call them anything else.

He doesn’t remember calling them that anymore, we remind him, but he “claims” he doesn’t remember it.

He also doesn’t remember calling aliens “meppels”, again no idea where that came from, but he insisted that they were called meppels and not aliens.

It’s funny how kids pick these odd words up for various different things, I can understand if they sound like the actual name or they had trouble saying the word, but these two names were just straight out if a child’s mouth and still make me smile.

I guess if you have kids too, they probably had a few of these names also, ones which still produce a smile.

BINARY by BRAVE SAINT SATURN
Blessed is the man who does prevail
Doomed are the peacemakers when they fail
If hope springs eternal, it never get here
I guess I lost all my hope last year

I tried to steal the moon from the sky
I am lost and lonely, I drift in space
My dreams are haunted by her face

Blessed are the drifters, the stars that die
Whose light expires, before goodbyes
Goodbye, goodbye

Binary star, you’re the brightest blue by far
And up against the starry sea
I thought that you were meant for me

Blessed are the meek who shall inherit
The throes of death for all their merit
The right to stumble, to wear and perish
Doomed are those who hold and cherish

I tried to steal the moon from the sky
You hide behind your broken wings
Your dreams are all for better things

And in the dark we climb this slope
‘Cause the bravest thing is always, always hope
Goodbye, goodbye

Binary star, you’re the brightest blue by far
And up against the starry sea
I thought that you were meant for me

Binary star, you’re the brightest blue by far
And up against the starry sea
I thought that you were meant for me

And up against the starry sea
I thought that you were meant for me
I thought that you were meant for me

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