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.
So nice to see your lady smiling sweetly again instead of throwing cats at you. Now... having made so much good use of others I do think that what many of your patient readers want is a series of portraits, or self portraits, of Shaunso. Why so shy, my handsome squire?
Not at all good sir. The one photo that I have seen of your fine visage was extremely atmospheric. Excuses, excuses, ah well... (And "Andrew"? Such familiarity with your Don when he is in Don mode is quite unsettling to him. I shall forgive, however, because a whirling monster has just caught my glance...)
"promis"? "hie me"?... Are you forgetting that typos make your Don even more agitated than windmills? Heaven forfend that a damned smiley should emerge next.
Ah Shaunso, so it was a touch of the Middle English "hie" as in "hasten" then? Appropriate and accepted, so that's one less lashing from Seanso for you in return. As for the Lady Claude? I shall ignore her offence entirely for I do know when a lady is merely trying to provoke for mischief. The Don could never act with anything but chivalry towards a lady, whatever mischief she displays.
I am grateful for your mercy. As yet Seancho has not administered my well deserved beating. I will bear it with fortitude and not a little gratitude for my liege lord.
I came to horsewhip you for your awful awful typos, Shaunso. How could I, though? All I have is a donkey. I wonder if Don QuiScottie has an answer to this most brainteasing and riddling conundrum.
Thus, instead of donkeywhipping you, let me praise your lady's beauty. The peace of the night.
Now... Don QuiScottie will be absent for a while. It's time for some monsters to feel the sharp point of my lance, or blunt heel of my boot, or for me to feel their hot breath on my face and rather than fighting, to tame them. Look out for me trudging homewards through the winter snow just when you feel I may never return. But for now, to battle, on foot, alone. Fear not.
Ach, so good. You need to give a thought, Jams, to advisability of displaying your treasures to the public, you know, with its grubby eyes and fingers ;-)
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My new favourite Shirley.
Why thank you SE
Charmingly appealing...How could you fail, Jams, with such a model?
When she wants to be photographed she is an excellent subject
So nice to see your lady smiling sweetly again instead of throwing cats at you. Now... having made so much good use of others I do think that what many of your patient readers want is a series of portraits, or self portraits, of Shaunso. Why so shy, my handsome squire?
Ah Andrew a few self portraits and you will see tumbleweed on this blog!
Not at all good sir. The one photo that I have seen of your fine visage was extremely atmospheric. Excuses, excuses, ah well... (And "Andrew"? Such familiarity with your Don when he is in Don mode is quite unsettling to him. I shall forgive, however, because a whirling monster has just caught my glance...)
My shame is unbearable Don QuiScottie. I promis never to make that mistake again. Shall I take myself off and give myself a good horsewhipping?
A bad horsewhipping would be more appropriate for you. Seanso, who would never be so familiar, will deliver.
If needs be I will hie me to Seanso's stable and take my thrashing
"promis"? "hie me"?... Are you forgetting that typos make your Don even more agitated than windmills? Heaven forfend that a damned smiley should emerge next.
Ah promise was a typo for which I will make sure Seanso beats me harder. Hie was not though!
Ooh Careful Claude Don QuiScottie will dash to Ontario in response!
My group of Old Ladies with a Cane is ready, Jams. The Don will turn back in a hurry when he sees us.
A lovely dreamy portrait.
Ah Shaunso, so it was a touch of the Middle English "hie" as in "hasten" then? Appropriate and accepted, so that's one less lashing from Seanso for you in return. As for the Lady Claude? I shall ignore her offence entirely for I do know when a lady is merely trying to provoke for mischief. The Don could never act with anything but chivalry towards a lady, whatever mischief she displays.
A very beautiful portrait of a lovely subject.
Enough to deter any knight errant Claude!
I am grateful for your mercy. As yet Seancho has not administered my well deserved beating. I will bear it with fortitude and not a little gratitude for my liege lord.
Why thankyou Susan!
I came to horsewhip you for your awful awful typos, Shaunso. How could I, though? All I have is a donkey. I wonder if Don QuiScottie has an answer to this most brainteasing and riddling conundrum.
Thus, instead of donkeywhipping you, let me praise your lady's beauty.
The peace of the night.
Ah Seanso It is indeed a conundrum that would fox the wise Sergeant Pluck.
In the meantime I will gladly accept your praise of my own Dulcinea!
"All I have is a donkey"?
May I suggest a bicycle?
Now... Don QuiScottie will be absent for a while. It's time for some monsters to feel the sharp point of my lance, or blunt heel of my boot, or for me to feel their hot breath on my face and rather than fighting, to tame them. Look out for me trudging homewards through the winter snow just when you feel I may never return. But for now, to battle, on foot, alone. Fear not.
Good hunting my liege lord. May you slay many many monsters and retain the love of sweet Dulcinea
Ach, so good. You need to give a thought, Jams, to advisability of displaying your treasures to the public, you know, with its grubby eyes and fingers ;-)
Naughty, naughty!
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