The title of this blog comes from a Gaelic expression -"putting on the poor mouth"-which means to exaggerate the direness of one's situation in order to gain time or favour from creditors.
Are those the hands of the woman whose washing line he keeps raiding, having caught him in the act and, by the look on his face, having already extracted revenge on his groin and now heading up to the throat? It's all so easy to read, really.
Less of the "Old Guy" stuff, cheeky Claude. As for the Hercule Poirot reference, I'm not sure how to take that at all... Strange lonely man with an obsessive interest in other people's business?
If Andrew was an old lady he wouldn't be a sweet one, I can assure you of that. I am glad to hear that Claude loves me though. Separation by the distance of the Atlantic is probably what is required to love me.
Andrew - It depends what one means by love!!!You always encourage me to go to "La Bohème" for a rich pastry and café. And I strongly believe (if I would be near) you would share a portion of yours, as you do with the gulls.
Don't touch my cakes lady! You hear me? I have a cake knife and I'm prepared to use it... on thieving fingers. (Though, as with the gulls, my own lady might steal a bit of my cake and give it to you).
Reading your latest posts I learned that all I have to do, to get a nice pastry, is to knock at the window when your lady is there. She always provides. Be at peace. I wouldn't dare try this when Mrs A is not around.
Are those the hands of the woman whose washing line he keeps raiding, having caught him in the act and, by the look on his face, having already extracted revenge on his groin and now heading up to the throat? It's all so easy to read, really.
ReplyDeleteLaughing at Andrew's comment.
ReplyDeleteToo subtle for me today. Happy weekend to you Jams.
It is a most interesting choice for the theme :)
ReplyDeleteAndrew you have read it perfectly. There was blood every where by the end!
ReplyDeleteAndrew's comment made me laugh too jmb!
ReplyDeleteThanks Sue. It is an uneasy choice but I hope you found it striking
I am also laughing, having read Andrew's comment.
ReplyDeleteVery creative take on the theme.
what can i say, but i'm grinning like a drunk duck.
ReplyDeletehappy weekend.
Funny comment from Andrew.. surprised smile from the ancient one... LOL Great photo!
ReplyDeleteThanks!
ReplyDeleteI'm cracking up here, reading these comments. A drunk duck? What can I say, but you brought the PhotoHunters together with this one!
ReplyDeleteHaha Annie!!
ReplyDeleteHa ha! It's fabulous, I love it, Jams.
ReplyDeleteIs it a collaged shot and thus together? :D
ReplyDeleteinteresting entry for today's Hunt. that's all i can say, i think. lol
ReplyDeleteThere definitely is an element of togetherness. Methinks.
ReplyDelete"Let's get together and be allright"... very creative and dramatic take on the theme!
ReplyDeletelove it!
together
this is too funny for words. :)
ReplyDeleteI was laughing at Andrew's comment too. :) Nice take on together.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous weekend.
Liz @ MLC
LOL @ Andrew's comment. the title should be "Madonna, raider of clothesline". love the facial expression. enjoyed your take on the theme.
ReplyDeleteIt was a looooooong stretch, right to Toronto! Poor young, innocent Tim....
ReplyDeleteAndrew is a funny old guy! The Hercules Poirot type...
Less of the "Old Guy" stuff, cheeky Claude. As for the Hercule Poirot reference, I'm not sure how to take that at all... Strange lonely man with an obsessive interest in other people's business?
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone. I was being a bit silly this time.
ReplyDeleteClaude, I am glad you didn't say Miss Marples!
ReplyDeleteI'm sure you could be a great detective Andrew!
Miss Marples was a fine, sweet old lady. Hercules Poirot was rather exasperating, though very clever! I love Andrew....
ReplyDeleteI love Andrew, and all his faces....
ReplyDeletePerhaps Andrew is really a sweet old lady!
ReplyDeleteYou're in trouble, Jams!
ReplyDeleteIf Andrew was an old lady he wouldn't be a sweet one, I can assure you of that. I am glad to hear that Claude loves me though. Separation by the distance of the Atlantic is probably what is required to love me.
ReplyDeleteAndrew - It depends what one means by love!!!You always encourage me to go to "La Bohème" for a rich pastry and café. And I strongly believe (if I would be near) you would share a portion of yours, as you do with the gulls.
ReplyDeleteDon't touch my cakes lady! You hear me? I have a cake knife and I'm prepared to use it... on thieving fingers. (Though, as with the gulls, my own lady might steal a bit of my cake and give it to you).
ReplyDeleteReading your latest posts I learned that all I have to do, to get a nice pastry, is to knock at the window when your lady is there. She always provides. Be at peace. I wouldn't dare try this when Mrs A is not around.
ReplyDeleteinteresting entry and Andrew's comment made me giggle:D have a good weekend!
ReplyDeleteToo subtle for me too.....
ReplyDeletebut still an interesting photo.
Not sure about the Hercules Poirot comparison Claude, I will have to think about that one ;)
I don't know which is funnier, this photo or the thought of touching Old Andrew's cakes!
ReplyDeleteWhat to say Andrew? You are clearly the reincatnation of a rottweiler!
ReplyDeleteBest to watch out in the cake department Claude!
Thanks everyone for amusing comments!