Oh my! I was thinking of the fairytale by Julia Donaldson, Room on the broom. Not sure why… I wasn’t expecting this! I can feel the chill and excitement in the poem. Wonderful!
Nice. One New Years Eve, in the lea of Snowden--never made it to Scotland--trying to order a beer in a noisy pub, pounded on the back by a stranger who somehow knew my name, "Tell 'im you want a POINT MOILD, Ken!" Big grin on his face, and on the barman's. (I.e., pint mild.)
Oh my! I was thinking of the fairytale by Julia Donaldson, Room on the broom. Not sure why… I wasn’t expecting this! I can feel the chill and excitement in the poem. Wonderful!
I can hear it in that great Scottish accent! 💃
Perfect!
Oh, those Scots know how to have a grand time alright.
Nice. One New Years Eve, in the lea of Snowden--never made it to Scotland--trying to order a beer in a noisy pub, pounded on the back by a stranger who somehow knew my name, "Tell 'im you want a POINT MOILD, Ken!" Big grin on his face, and on the barman's. (I.e., pint mild.)
Thanks for sharing, Ken! Funny! I haven’t been either. It’s on my list.
Curling in the breeze!
Wonderful play with words.
Thanks, Arjan!