Nothing has appeared in the post in the past few days to inspire a muse, even though Berry the cat had his inspiration with a m(o)use, which quite a-muse-d him I think; I did forget to mention that he also mewed because the mouse did not run and so give him sport. He should have looked at this picture and mused (mewsed) on its quiet peace and reflected about things. Anyway it seemed a pleasant thought to put a picture on blogline, and after much trial and effort on the part of myself and my good lady we finally gave up and asked the dunadan to supply the knowledge which he was graciously pleased to do. It is located in Scotland, ye ken; in fact it is Loch Ken - and any connection with the current mayor of London is strictly denied. (Looking back at this sentence I perceive a slight ambiguity about the word 'it' in 'it is located'. This could apparently refer to either 'knowledge' or 'the dunadan' but actually refers to the scenery portrayed on the picture. On such trivial misunderstandings do wars occur and friends fall out.
3 comments:
Isn't there enough suffering in the world without bad puns? You moused be ashamed of yourself.
That is a nice photograph. Too bad Red Ken doesn't live there.
Also, good to know that I don't live in Scotland. Would be nice too though, don't you think?
On the other hand very good Red Ken doesn't live there. He might see a car and want to stamp a congestion charge on it. I believe it's where the summer holiday is planned so maybe if the weather is good it will be nice!
Also, good to know that I don't live in Scotland. Would be nice too though, don't you think?
It is very nice living in Scotland! Oh, and BTW keep Red Ken to yourself, we don't want him. You can keep Alex Salmond at Westminster, too, but then I am an Englishman.
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