A tangled web indeed. But I don't try to baffle folk on purpose. Honest.
Is it my fault I get such frowny-faced remarks (frowny-faced..?) as:
"Why are you Sue Roebuck on Facebook, suemonte on Twitter and your blog's called Lauracea?"
My name's not Laura.
See, I'm not just a gentle soul who adores writing and dissing her pals when they're not in the room, I also love my dentist who bruised my cheek yesterday, and nature.
There. You happy now about the reason the blog's called Lauracea? No? Are you sure you're paying attention here or are you examining that splat on the wall?
OK - I'll explain...
Imagine a verdant landscape (we're waxing lyrical here). The only sounds are trickling water, rumbling waterfalls, chirping bis bis from a little bird that's been accompanying you along the forest track and ____ (fill in the space for the noise it
makes) of a big old crabby lizard that's hungry for chubby little bis-bird.
Fog swirls through the thick canopy of bright green fleshy leaves way above you and moisture drops onto gynormous heather bushes and Lily of the Valley trees (yes, trees - do keep up).
If you're hungry, eat some bilberries or blueberries - that should keep you running tomorrow.
Now if that doesn't pep you up, take a look ahead - yes it's a long-toed pigeon. You won't find them any other place in the world except here, and my theory for that is they probably feel safe from the despicable bullying by normal-size-toed pigeons.
So where are you? The laurel forest of Madeira Island, that's where. And Lauracea? That's the name of the species that all these marvellous, endangered, protected-by-UNESCO plants belong to.
Actually, I have to confess to a little matter here, not a vital one, but it should be pointed out nevertheless: the correct word's Lauraceae, but I made a mistake when I set up this blog and left the "e" off the end.