Saturday, 22 November 2014

After a further twenty three circles around the sun

there have been effects on the Don and young Princess QuiScottie

Ah... Much questing between then and now has taken a toll on the Don while the years seem to have treated the Princess somewhat better; and my Lady Margaret Dulcinea QuiScottie looks to have travelled a mere fraction of these circles, which is strange (for I am sure she's been with me all the way), but nice

And I shall nobly venture on, and take the hits and bear the scars some more,
while the young Prince QuiScottie does take the noble quest to foreign lands

It all gives pause for thinking thought, this spinny spinning around a fiery sun. It does...

and dear Ted QuiScottie, who is the same age as the Don,
has taken a few hits from all the whirly whirling too 


  1. Time is often a trickster. And seems to treat some people much, much more kindly than others.
    Where is the Prince adventuring...?

  2. Ah..., little elephant, the Prince QuiScottie is now a Doctor of physicsy stuff, and has been doing much noble nuclear tinkering questing with tiny atoms beneath a mountain in far Italia, but is presently in the not so distant foreign field called English-Land where he does play with electromagnetic waves in weird ways. He's a wise one, the Prince, and doth outsmart the Don these days, mostly. I think he wants my title. Hmm.

  3. Ted QuiScottie is looking rather weary and in need of a hug. Or perhaps he has had to many over the years ;-)

  4. Oh, I was hoping you might have told Lady Margaret Dulcinea QuiScottie that the Don was looking in need of more hugs.

    Ted suffers the flood or famine syndrome - hugged until close to death by suffocation then dumped in a drawer for 40 years, then hugs from all the family then back in the drawer (actually the shoe box at present, squashed up against Larry the Lamb, I think).

  5. I probably meant feast or famine (or flood or drought) but never mind.

  6. And too much milk and biscuits stuffed into my face, actually