Of course, the quickest mode would be a wormhole. The second best: A flight to Hanover, taking a seanish taxi, and within about an hour you will arrive in Mistletoenia.
Ha... I see return flights from Ecosse to Hanover advertised at £132... Less than it costs to take my Lady daughter and her man for a meal... (which I am persuaded to do frquently). So one morning, under the mistletoe, you may find me puckering up for kisses. After all, many Scots did stand shoulder to shoulder with the Hanoverians at Culloden (despite what the myth-makers oft proclaim).
Ah, just do it, Don. My lips are curious / prepared to meet your bold beauty under a mistletoe tree. What extraordinarily exciting dreams might be waiting for me as soon as I shall have fallen into the feathers and put my head on the pillow. The peace of the night.
Wrong, dear Andrew: On both cheeks. And if you managed to bring a bottle of your son's finest malt, another one or two on your bold beauty. I bring the glasses.
Right now my steadyness is deeply endangered by dear CherryPie, who in the comment section of recent blogpost "Miscellany" is not only trying to severely re-infect me with emoticonitis.
I haven't seen so much mistletoe in one place for many a year...
ReplyDeleteThus, instead of Bruges, Mechelen and Piran, next time Misteltoenia – there are lots to be found in our area.
DeleteWe should all meet under Sean's tree bearing bottles of malt, wine and beer. What could go wrong?
DeleteYuppie. And I'd prepare some of "the world's best sandwiches"*.
Delete*Just quoting some folks.
I like the thought of Misteltoenia. What is the best mode of transport?
DeleteOf course, the quickest mode would be a wormhole. The second best: A flight to Hanover, taking a seanish taxi, and within about an hour you will arrive in Mistletoenia.
DeleteHa... I see return flights from Ecosse to Hanover advertised at £132... Less than it costs to take my Lady daughter and her man for a meal... (which I am persuaded to do frquently). So one morning, under the mistletoe, you may find me puckering up for kisses. After all, many Scots did stand shoulder to shoulder with the Hanoverians at Culloden (despite what the myth-makers oft proclaim).
DeleteAh, just do it, Don. My lips are curious / prepared to meet your bold beauty under a mistletoe tree.
DeleteWhat extraordinarily exciting dreams might be waiting for me as soon as I shall have fallen into the feathers and put my head on the pillow. The peace of the night.
I am fairly sure I could sit under that effing tree for a year and nobody would kiss me (except maybe you, on the cheek, obviously)
ReplyDeleteWrong, dear Andrew: On both cheeks. And if you managed to bring a bottle of your son's finest malt, another one or two on your bold beauty.
DeleteI bring the glasses.
Steady on my friend. My "bold beauty" may not be ready for that (some fools would insert a colon and a parenthesis or two here)
DeleteRight now my steadyness is deeply endangered by dear CherryPie, who in the comment section of recent blogpost "Miscellany" is not only trying to severely re-infect me with emoticonitis.
DeleteLady CherryPie could lead many a weak fellow astray. Beware and be bold. Resist.
DeleteYeah! I shall overcome. No more :), ;-), Lols and ROFLS. May windmillish power be with me.
DeleteLet them all out. Better out than in.
Delete:-) :-) :-)
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