So, I’m staying with my mum right now, and, although I spend most of the time indoors, I do get to go outside from time to time. And what I notice about Kiev, the city where I grew up and spent 2/3 of my life, is that it’s absolutely crowded with trees with whipping potential.
The thing about Kiev is that on the whole it’s pretty green, with trees everywhere. I knew that. What I hadn’t noticed is that how many of the trees are birches and weeping willows. At the end of my street there’s a positive willow grove, offering a harvest of beautiful switches. It’s cruel mockery that I’m here on my own, with no chance to enjoy a nice switch on either the giving or the receiving end.
Anyway, I like the thought that when all these trees were planted many years ago, there was somebody responsible for the city planning who had their eyes on the provision of switches for the masses.
Just you wait til the next time I visit with you…!
Kiev sounds beautiful, if not a little dangerous for bottoms.