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"Every man dies. Not every man really lives."- William Wallace, "I was born in London and went to school in Scotland - I used to be dead tired when I got home at night."- Norman Wisdom, C u Jimmy, Castle Tioram, Donald’s the callan that brooks nae tangleness; Whigging and prigging and a’newfangleness They maun be gane: he winna be baukit man: He maun hae justice- or faith he’ll tak it man., Kilt and kilter, Let the wind blow high let the wind blow low, the ayes have it, The noo
Esme, deciding she needed a small treat went a wandering along the shores of the Bay of E, and came across the following; it has no cover, and is tatty as tatty can be, plus foxed to bits, but the title immediately appealed to me (Esme is half a Scot), and the couple of pages on display were enough to have my sole bid win (no one else was interested – the fools) enabling me to pick it up off the rough sand of said Bay for my own for the princely sum of six quid.
There was no date in the listing and none appears within the book itself, however I have since found out that this particular copy is the first edition and was published in 1882, making it one the earliest tomes Esme owns, and not only that, it is real treat too!
‘Tis written much like most of the works of Robert/Rabbe Burns – with the dialect intact, though this book is rather chewier I think so far as translating said dialect to the Mother English and her wagging tongue. Which makes it all the more interesting I’d say.
I have been unable to find any text from the book online at all, which is incredibly rare. There is however another book, by a different chap called Andrew Wanless, with a somewhat similar title – ‘Poems and Songs – Maistly Scotch’, which was said to be published either earlier, or later than my tome. There seems to be some contradiction on dates with that one. The content is not the same mind you, though the dialect is in the same vein.
Interestingly (or dull as dishwater to you, I have no idea and can’t be pleasing everyone of a Saturday afternoon, especially when I previously stated a Thursday is much better for me, so be about your business good sir/madam/Spiny Lumpsucker and let me be about mine!) enough I found an Andrew Stewart who married a Mary Wanless in the 1800’s in some historical records. This has little to do with anything of import, so do move along the bus.
But there’s more — I found a second book listed as ‘Readings, pithy and pawky: maistly Scotch and wholly diverting’ By Andrew Stewart too (Sub-Editor of The People’s Friend.) 1889. There seems to be no more information on that mind, but it is possible some small publisher got the original title wrong methinks. – nods
And that’s not the end of the intrigue! There’s yet another book, (of which I shall furnish you with a link to all its innards by way of the title) called – ‘Scotch Readings Humorous and Amusing’ by Alexander G Murdoch – the copy online being the 4th edition published in 1889. The world was going mad for the Scotch I tell ye! As well they should.
Moving on, here for your amuse and perusement are a few carefully selected pages for ya peepers photographed by Esme;
Firstly – The Contents and Hints To Amateur Readers!
A few choice titles; Bowl Aboot, The Potteringerdraucht, An Electric Trip to London, Kissed in the Tunnel (misses), Domestic Mutual Improvement (Hahahahahaha, that’s what comes of kissing in the tunnel folks), How I didn’t Learn to Skate, and The Courtship of Bauldy Balwuddie. falls about
One of the ‘hints’ for amateur readers is as follows; ‘the reading desk should be placed at the left hand, breast high, leaving the right hand free for suitable action. (Esme is saying nothing, NOTHING). The book should lie quite flat on the desk, to enable the reader to step out, if necessary, and use both hands without the danger of the book closing or falling.’ – Serious stuff reading you know.
Next – ‘Bowl Aboot’ . A small section of which I have typed out. (I’ve had to type the bloody lot out from the book I hope you all know because none of it is digitized!)
Lang Jock Maclean, the toozie loon,
Was ken’d an’ noted roun’ an’ roun’
As ane wha culdna let abee
The drink when signbords took his e’e;
But in wad bang wi’ richt gudewill,
Cryin’, “Landlady, bring in a gill.”
Then, if some drouthie (quite Clockwork Orange eh?) frien’s cam’ in,
The glasses roun’ an roun’ wad spin,
Till ilka ane began to feel
His noddle spinnin’ like a wheel. (His noddle! Ha!)
Below – The Pottingerdraucht. What a title for a story! A small excerpt for your appreciation;
Kate, upon being entreated to enter a photographer’s shop instead stands at the door asking after The Pottingerdraucht Man. She says “Na, na! By my feth! I—widna set ae fit inower that room-door—no for a five-pound note, for as puir a woman as I am this minute. Eh, na, sir! Guid forbid that I sud seek destruction on my ain twa legs an’ in the braid licht o’ day too!” (Big on exclamation marks is kate it would seem). Mr Stout, the owner of said establishment says she seems to be hallucinating and she replies; “Hellushination or nae hellushination, I’m no gaun a fit inower that that room’door in the meantime. Na, na! Oor neebour woman tauld me yestreen, nae farrer gane, to tak’ guild care o’ mysel’ when I cam’hereawa, for the deevil had a big hand in this kind o’ wark, and’ nae guid could come oot o’t.”
Mr Stout in return; “Some evil-disposed person has been playing on your credulity, my dear. good woman.” – Hahahahaha. ‘Hellushination‘ – fantastic, and just how Esme says the word when she’s triple cut)
On this page someone saw fit to cross out the line ‘Remarked the rougish blacksmith‘. How curious.
The Courtship of Bauldy Balwuddie – Upon visiting the house of Bauldy’s beloved – “His heart gaun pitty-patty like a deid lamb’s tail (awful) the ae minute, an’ strikin’ against his ribs the ither wi’ force like a sledge-hammer. He looked up at Kristy’s window an’ o’ bliss! It was lichted; an’ at that moment the soncy an’ substantial-like shadow of Kirsty (bit rude saying she’s weighty) was thrown upon the blind, and for a brief space o’ time he felt as if walking in the vera clouds wi’ the exquisite emotions that filled his throbbing breast! “
The Battle O’ The Poker (misses)
Kissed in the Tunnel – The tale of Tammas Bodkin and his wife Tibbie. After she’s kissed in the tunnel Tibbie gets a monk on (annoyed), and Tammas has no idea why; “What did I do?” He exclaims. “Just kissed me when we were comin’ through the Tunnel, Tammas—that’s what ye did” quoth she “an’ I wad hae thocht naething o’t aitherns if ye hadna rubbed my face so cruelly wi’ yer hard beard, an’ naffled a’ my veil, an ruggit at my shawl till I thocht ye wadhae haen it aff my back. Could ye no hae waitit till we got hame?” – Rough beard and a good naffling. Sounds like a fine afternoon to Esme.
I shall end with two songs; one by a fine folk outfit called Silly Wizard, which is called ‘Donald MacGillavry’. I love this enormously and shall be singing it from the rooftops for the next week now I imagine. Here’s a link to a blogger who has written a cracking post about this very song, revealing it to be a ‘hoax’ of sorts – Reasonable Conversation (You’d Like Me When I’m Angry) – Donald MacGillavry, The Genius Hoax – the full lyrics are also upon said page.
The second tune seemed fitting as it is perfomed by another Andrew Stewart – ‘Donald Where’s Your Troosers’. As you can see, the name ‘Donald’ is pretty popular round those parts.
Altogether now!
I’ve just come down
From the Isle of Skye
I’m not very big and I’m awful shy
And the lassies shout when I go by
Donald, where’s your troosers
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets
In my kilt, I’ll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where’s your troosers
A lassie took me to a ball
And it was slippery in the hall
And I was feared that I would fall
For I had nae on my troosers
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets
In my kilt, I’ll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where’s your troosers
Now I went down to London Town
And I had some fun in the underground
The ladies turned their heads around
Saying, Donald, where are your trousers
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets
In my kilt, I’ll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where’s your troosers
To wear the kilt is my delight
It is not wrong I know it’s right
The Highlanders would get a fright
If they saw me in the trousers
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets
In my kilt, I’ll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where’s your troosers
The lassies want me every one
Well, let them catch me if they can
You canna take the breaks
If a Highland man
And I don’t wear the troosers
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets
In my kilt, I’ll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where’s your troosers
Oh, well, that’s the way
We sing the song in Scotland
But of course the song might
Have more international appeal
Sung something like this
One, two, three, four
Well, I’ve just come down
From the Isle of Skye
I’m not very big and I’m awful shy
The lassies shout when I go by
Hey, Donald, where’s your troosers
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets
In my kilt, I’ll go
All the lassies shout, go, go
Donald, where’s your troosers
Oh, man, I’m all rock and roll
And I’m a-moving and
A-grooving to save my soul
Grab your kilt and go, go, go
Hey, Donald, where’s your troosers
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets
In my kilt, I’ll go
Oh, yeah, go, go, go
Hey, Donald, where’s your troosers
Hey Donald, where’s your troosers
Yeah, hey, Donald
Hey, just a minute
What are you doing there
(Man, I’m rocking it, man)
(Man, I’m really moving it, man)
Well just you stop rocking it
And moving it, man
The song should be sung
Just exactly like this
I’ve just come down
From the Isle of Skye
I’m not very big and I’m awful shy
And the lassies shout when I go by
Donald, where’s your troosers
Arkenaten said:
The first time I encountered this sort of language was in the book Wee Free Men, by Terry Pratchett, and the Pictsies – the Nac Mac Feegle. It took a while to get a handle on what they were saying ( Pratchett was writing) but eventually it became easy to read.
Oh, by the way, out of curiosity, have you ever managed to discover which half of you is a Scot?
As my Grandad Henry was wont to say: ”I don’t want to know, I’m only asking.”
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
The sarcastic hilarious side that loves a drink. Hahahahaha. I recall Wee Free Men myself, ah Terry . . . Esme was named after one of his characters you know. A tribute.
Thanks for stopping by dear Ark.
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The Pink Agendist, née Mr. Merveilleux said:
Not the side with a blue painted face who uses the word glass as a verb?
😀
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
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Scottie said:
Well it seems you are all set to be the top entertainment at the season parties. Your presence shall be in great demand every host / hostess will first check you can attend before setting a date or publishing a notice of such party. As for those who may not share your enjoyments, who couldn’t be mesmerized by the joy you exhibit with your treasured findings? I simply bask in the light from your eyes as they sparkle in delight. Be well, never tire. Hugs
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
“never tire.” – I haven’t the capabilities to get to everyone’s blogs very often sadly, so I best make the Cloud damn entertaining eh? Hahahahaha. And clearly, to your eyes I have done just that Scottie. Thank you. I’m so pleased you enjoyed the ramble.
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Steve Eden said:
I wrote a song when I was 17 about kissing in a train tunnel… I’m part scot on my mother’s, father’s, father’s side… my great grandfather that would be. Carr. That wasn’t a guttoral noise, it was his name. Perhaps there’s some Scot in me still! x
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
Did you now? Hahahahaha. Perhaps you should dig it out and get your trumpet on the go! There’ll be some Scot in ye lad aye, somewhere, aye! x
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The Pink Agendist, née Mr. Merveilleux said:
Or indigestion?
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Hariod Brawn said:
Being Scotalogical, Pink?
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The Pink Agendist, née Mr. Merveilleux said:
Only during scotoperiods 😛
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nananoyz said:
Fascinating!
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
Thank you Nanaoyz, we aim to please here on the Cloud. – laughs
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Val Boyko said:
I am speechless …. and grinning from ear to ear. 😁
My Mum was a huge fan of auld Scots poetry and stories and used to loved reading til us. (I’m a bit o’ a pithy toozie quine mysel’)
Andy Stewart was one of my Gran’s favorites. He had his own show in Scotland, complete with Scottish Country Dancing at the White Heather Club.
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
I thought of you when writing this Val, so I’m really pleased to have you beaming, singing too I’ll bet! I was forced to wear a kilt regularly as a child and every time Andy Stewart was on TV a small fuss was made, so thanks for reminding me with the clip hahahahaha.
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The Pink Agendist, née Mr. Merveilleux said:
Very, very Esmelicious 😀
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
Hahahaha! winks at him, thank you Mr Pink, love that word.
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carmen said:
I don’t feel so bad now that Ark said he had trouble understanding what was being said. I figured it was because I was ‘across the big pond’ and culturally deficient. You make it sound so fun, though, Esme! 🙂
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
It is fun! A little tongue-twisting, but there’s plenty of fun to be had with a twisting tongue, I’m sure we’d all agree on that one. Hahahahaha. Thanks for the comment Carmen – waves
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belasbrightideas said:
As well they should … as well they should. I am quarter Scots, I do believe, and equal Irish on me mither’s side – I love reading your old tome, Esme, and if I can relax – a learned behavior living amongst Pidgin English speakers – IF I can relax – I can totally read the book verses with ease. This line especially made me smile, as it brought to mind my friend Anna from my early 20’s – she married Norman, a military man from the US who taught me to shoot at .45 pistol without earplugs and I swear I lost part of my hearing forever that day … This line especially made me smile, “As ane wha culdna let abee…” as I remember Anna saying much the same. She is long gone, bless her soul, and I miss her sweet spirit. ❤
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
I’m not surprised to hear you are Bela, you have some sparkle in those eyes and both Scots and Irish have that quality in spades. I’m glad to have taken you back to thoughts of your dear friend, but sorry she isn’t still here, being able to smile when we think of those passed is a wonderful thing mind you. – hugs her.
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belasbrightideas said:
😇 🤗 😘
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Yahooey said:
Many a Scot would see “half a Scot” as a statement of worth and praise ye for humbleness.
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
Ha, indeed!
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Hariod Brawn said:
I don’t believe I’ve ever previously seen as many apostrophes on a page as in this book of yours, Esme. As a lifelong fan of diacritics, elisions and glyphs, and one prone to multiple contractions whenever I grasp my nib, this is indeed a treat for the eye. For those in doubt as to the need for the venerable apostrophe’s continuance (i.e. non-Scots), consider the following:
Those things over there are my husband’s.
Those things over there are my husbands’.
Those things over there are my husbands.
Hilarious, or what!
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
I had no idea you were married Hariod, and to more than one chap by the sounds of it! How refreshing to see such a liberal outlook on love, well done, I hope they all appreciate that fine nib of yours.
falls about
As I was writing out this post I imagined you grimacing left right and centre actually hahahaha.
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Hariod Brawn said:
Actually Esme, I’m quoting Kingsley Amis there. Though I don’t suppose you’ve heard of him . . .
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
I know his son is always going about himself and his ‘Self’.
bows
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carmen said:
OMG Esme – you naughty woman! . . . Giggle, giggle
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
Do you think? Esme? Naughty?!
Well, perhaps a smidgen. – grins
Esme looking innocent as hell upon the Cloud
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billziegler1947.com said:
Hey hilarious Heriod, Thanks for the Kingsley Amis husbandses. I hadn’t seen that one before, a fine har har indeed. A quick jaunt about on the internet led me to yet another alternate history — Amis’ The Alteration, published in 1976 and about a 1976. A world where the Reformation never occurred and Martin Luther becomes Pope. Are you (or anyone else happening upon these words) familiar with that novel?
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Hariod Brawn said:
That’s the one about castration, right Bill? Incisive writing, is it?
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billziegler1947.com said:
Heavy as an Anvil too 🙂
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billziegler1947.com said:
I checked out a copy of THE Alteration from the library on ‘tother side of the local river — they had to retrieve the volume from the stacks. When I was an eight-year-old budding library freak they demolished the library completed in 1874, so I just missed seeing that building first-hand.
http://www.messynessychic.com/2014/06/17/seriously-though-how-did-the-most-beautiful-library-in-america-get-demolished/
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Hariod Brawn said:
Oh no, that’s criminally insane — what an incredible library! Esme, go and take a look, you’ll love it. I bet it’s quite like the library annexe to your place, isn’t it?
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
I’ve seen it previously actually H, and it’s quite heart-breaking to me. Thanks to Bill for the link too, I’ve been a tad scatty today so bear with folks!
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carmen said:
Thanks to Bill for that link – that really was an incredible place! 🙂
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billziegler1947.com said:
Criminally insane indeed. Had they postponed the demolition circus another five years I would have visited that library, but then I’d have the PTSD 😦
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
Thank you Bill, stunning pictures and a truly heartfelt loss to my mind. And replaced with . . . gah.
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billziegler1947.com said:
Very cool that you’ve seen these photographs, Esme. At least they have survived, or is that worse than blissful ignorance? But it consoled me to read from Hariod that your library annex at least resembles the berubbled library captured on film before its berubblement.
Thank you very much for the gah and the blanch as well 🙂
Our library annex says “Hello and Good Words” to your annex!
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
Oh yes I love libraries, specifically old ones Bill, though when Hariod says mine own resembles that magnificent, long lost affair I fear he is taking the Michael a tad. I have many books, and they sit on wooden bookshelves, said the resemblance ends there sadly, however a library is a librry no matter how modest the collection may be, and so Esme’s library annex returns the greetings and fine words to your good sir.
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billziegler1947.com said:
There are some very creative library-lovers out there who construct micro-sized libraries for passers by — you may have seen one on a cloud or seven:
And now I know that your “taking the Michael” is our “taking the Mickey”. I am also one of those people who wait and wait and wait for someone to ask “Well, Bill, what do you know” just so I could answer:
“I know that twenty centuries of stony sleep were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle.”
It’s been at least a decade since, as Baldrick would aver, I had that cunning plan. Perhaps it wasn’t very very very cunning. 🙂
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
Yes indeed Bill, and there are such wee receptacles around in the more salubrious areas of the UK I know. Free little libraries for one and all, with a return basis rooted in trust. Where these little libraries reside, Esme would be happy residing also.
I use ‘the Mickey’ too actually – laughs – and ‘the piss’ is a well seasoned choice for stronger moments. I love your answer to “Well, Bill, what do you know” – Hahahahaha. Thank you for all your words here today, I appreciate every one, and have long meant to construct mine own post about libraries, so shall get onto that anon with your good self in mind.
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billziegler1947.com said:
During my extensive research on Michael and Mickey I also happened upon that spectrum ranging from mildly irked (rolling of eyes) to strong ire (including renal seasoning) 🙂
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
“Renal seasoning” – Hahahahaha. You kill me Bill. (Not like the gruesome film)
Esme falling about upon the Cloud and never asking for condiments at Bill’s house
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billziegler1947.com said:
Thanks for the kind Ha…ha 🙂
Fortunately, most people haven’t interpreted that Tarantino title as a public service suggestion, and my close resemblance to Mr. Bill — only a smattering of emergency room visits 🙂
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acflory said:
Damn you Esme! I’ll be hearing about bloody troosers in my sleep now. 😦
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
If you dream about them too thinks might perk up. Hahahahaha.
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Professor Taboo said:
What a fantastic find Esme! Grrrrrrrr, I’m green and purple with envy! Well done.
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
Thank you good sir! – curtsies and bows hoping he keeps his purple and green bits well hidden.
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robert87004 said:
I conversed with a gentleman from Scotland once and the only word I could understand was ‘whiskey’. That was sufficient unto the day. :D. An excellent find, that book.
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
Hahahahaha. I believe the Scottish line that would sum up your predicament would be – “”Ah dinnae ken” – (“I don’t understand”), though one of my own favourites is – “Mony a mickle maks a muckle” – (heard several thousands times in Esme’s span on Earth, and meaning – ‘put your pennies aside and soon you’ll have plenty of pounds‘. So don’t be spending any money if you can help it basically hahahahaha)
So pleased you enjoyed the little treasure Robert! Thank you for popping over and telling me so.
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James Clark, The Next Iteration said:
I love finding treasures like this. Congratulations!
And such a fun read, too! I marvel at the skill and talent it took to alter your writing voice to so expertly to match the content. I am so glad I went wandering the shores of Bela’s Bay looking for rare and beautiful shells… and finding you. Not only the beautiful oyster shell that is your writing, but also the pearl that is inside!
Here’s to many more literary junkets with you!
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Esme upon the Cloud said:
This comment was in my spam folder! Outrageous.
“I am so glad I went wandering the shores of Bela’s Bay looking for rare and beautiful shells… and finding you. Not only the beautiful oyster shell that is your writing, but also the pearl that is inside!” – Well now then – looks at her shoes and shuffles a bit smiling – Thank you sir! Bela is a wonder herself, and I’m just as pleased you ended up here too – nods a great deal
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