© Andrew MacLaren-Scott
Might be best not to go down to the woods today, with these two lurking.
I have to say that you look rather more youthful, a lot less demented and and less troubled than Ted!!Ted looks rather gloomy and disturbed...
PS: I know it is his stuffing escaping but it does make him look like he is dribbling...
CherryPie is right. Though perhaps I would be troubled and demented if I had been incarcerated in an attic too.Your smile is stunning. Love it. Ted looks a little more serious, and perhaps not capable of seeing the bright/funny side to life.
Beware of strange ladies offering kapok.
I tend to be wary of strange ladies whatever they are offering Kevin, and even (perhaps especially) when they are offering nothing, but occasionally my guard slips...
Beware of ladies. Period. They are very perceptive. They see instantly behind an "unusual" warm smile. Will it be on the back cover of the new book?
Those who know me face to face will recognize the smiling face as my typical visage actually, Claude. But no, it will not be on the cover of any books.
CherryPie, this was Ted before he made the acquaintance of the doll called Tressy that emerged replendent from Dulcicea's box. His smile the morning after was much improved, even if he looked a bit more tired. Tressy's famous adjustable hair was very dishevelled. Ted has requested being boxed up with Tressy, and Tressy seems undisturbed. I may have heard her say "well if Dulcinea can survive and enjoy Don QuiScottie I'm sure I can survive and enjoy Ted." Although that could just be my mad imaginings, obviously. The Don is somewhat High this evening, having received a commendation from a lady student that declared I was "A God". My modesty is insufficient to prevent me repeating it. Indeed I may need to get an "I am a God" badge printed. It's nice when students take the time to be nice, although not straying into the land of over exaggeration might be best. Don QuiScottie is not a God, but it is nice to know that one young lady thinks he comes close. My colleagues are rather glum as their feedback could not possibly trump my deification. Their only reply has been to remind me of the male student who kicked a chair at me and called me "a wanker", rather loudly as he exited the room to ponder his "fail" verdict, just delivered. He did return the next day, called me aside and very meekly said, "I'm sorry, You're not a wanker." I was unable to contain my smile and laugh, and suggested the issue should be set aside without further debate, and we should move on. And he passed his resit. Sorry... I digress... It happens to a God sometimes. So much to consider all the time.
Who or what is God (or Gods)?A very good question ;-)In relation to your thought, and understanding of that thought there are none.We have been born and return to ashes, dust to dust and those ashes will be consumed back into the ground and produce a leaf on a tree or bud in my garden (a bud anywhere, but I liked the thought of one in my garden ;-)).And so nature perpetuates...
To put that photo at the back of a new book is a very good (free) suggestion, Andrew. I would definitely (and many people) buy a book offered with such a warm smile. We are also made of stars, Cherie. And I intend to travel the cosmos after my demise, and see what's going on in the universe.
Yes Claude :-) I will enjoy travelling the Cosmos with you and other sweet friends, and friends I have not yet had the fortune to meet.Stars... Essence... beginning... end... bud... emerging leaf...So much to explore :-)
My goodness they're handsome, aren't they?
Both holding up pretty well, I'd say.
Why thankyou :)