Monday 25 October 2010

Tuesday.


Took this snapshot in the undercroft a few weeks ago when daughter Ruth was home (she's the one on the left). I think she was about to do the 'Alas poor Yorick speech'.

P.s. I should have said 'She's the attractive one on the left' (You creep Horner!!!)

P.p.s. Well - she sometimes reads my blog.

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12 comments:

Crowbard said...

I think you've just talked yourself into a bit of a hole there, Mike. As I see your picture, Ruth is holding the skinny guy in her left hand, that would suggest that of the two visages hers is the one to the right... so "the attractive one on the left" would be the skinny guy, no?

PS. Hi Ruth, Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day....
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,(not even poor Yorik - he could scarcely cast a shadow)
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Unknown said...

p.p.s.s Well, alright then, if we're going to be pedantic :- the attractive one on the left of the photograph, although it makes the sentence a bit unweildy.

Crowbard said...

Silly me,
I could never best you in an argument over clear factual statements...
but ask Ruth if I don't toady and creep better than you?

Unknown said...

I don't think we should ask Ruth anything about the matter. With any luck she hasn't spotted it yet. And I'm sure you wouldn't wish to drop an older brother in the consomme, especially one now in the autumn of his days, and perhaps no longer quite so liable to treat daughters with the paternal firmness that is needed by the most dutiful of daughters on occasion ? Would you?

Unknown said...

P.s. Put it another way. Allow me to reason with you. You may, as claimed, toady and creep better than I, but I bet I could still deliver the bat round the ear'ole for which any sneaky younger sibling would be begging who snuck(I mean sneaked) on his revered older (and more vicious) brother, to that brother's second (or indeed any) daughter.

P.s. On thinking about the matter allow me to add :- ST THERE!!!
or rather SO THERE!!!!!

Unknown said...

Do you know, boy, I sometimes think we talk even more nonsense than when we were incarcerated at St. Custard's (or whatever the old Alma Mater/Plague spot was called). Still, we've had more practice I suppose.
Love, Mike.

Crowbard said...

Well why not, Mike. Weren't lugg'ole dinging and Nonsense the subjects in which you matriculated Summa is acummen in cum laude.

Hey-Ho, Forty years on, what? only of course it's a bit more than that now... hardly your Autumn years, Mike and of course I'd never drop you in it (while there was any chance of a bat round the ear'ole...) purely out of fraternal love and loyalty you understand?

PS Dear old St Custard's reminds me of Mrs Kirten the school cook, how we thanked providence when dear Maggy Moden took over the custard making.

I think I once mentioned my conjecture that the Modens were descended from the VerMoydens. I came across the name Kirchten in my genealogical perigrinations meaning 'to do with the church' and wondered if the Kirtens were also of Dutch descent?

Crowbard said...

PS
May I wish you a deeply respectful
nyer nyu nyer nyu nyer-yer! and no returns. 'cos I baggied it first!

Pootatu is being very disrespectful and unladylike!
v-word is 'arsish'... she probably meant assinine?

Unknown said...

Or, as daughter Lizzie was wont to observe to her sisters when she was about five:_ "Ho hum. How very childish".

Crowbard said...

What else can an innocent ickle kid bruvver be?

Tim Clayton said...

Late comment but did you mean stage left Mike??? TC

Unknown said...

Please Tim, I'm quite confused enough over this one. Please don't stir further an already muddy puddle.
Warm regards to you both, Mike and Ann.