There’s no fool like an old fool. But this old fool survived until the clock just struck midday today, April 1. “The joke’s on you” I cry when you try to mess with my head, catching me out with your jolly japes. “Time’s up!” I add, feeling a glow of satisfaction.
I think back to days when kings had jesters, a-dressed in motley garb. The Romans had a word for it, ‘twas ‘hilaria’. Roam round Europe today and you’ll find poissons d’avril and pesce d’aprile which all sound rather fishy to me.
Btw Have you seen my spaghetti tree?