Yes, it was a sad day for us. There we were, all signed up for what was supposed
to be a fine Ghost Tour, through the streets and tunnels of Edinburgh (pronounced
Ed-in-burrow, which accounts for my earlier misspellings, I believe).
Well, the tour had barely started when our guide yelled "YOU!" and hauled my poor,
defenseless husband up to this public centre. (Note: It's cool to write centRE instead of the
silly 'centER'). Anyway, we were horrified.
"What did he do?" we cried out, in between bites of popcorn.
"He was said to have raised a pint in the local pub..."
We nodded. Sounded like him all right.
"...and toasted to the King!"
We ate more popcorn. King?
"The king's been overthrown!" she bellowed.
Ahhhh.
"So, for that crime he shall be whipped. And his tongue
shall be cut out!"
Ooo, bummer. But hey, if ya do the crime....
"And THIS man," she continued, pointing to another man in the crowd.
(Boy, she sure had a bee in her bonnet that night.)
"HE heard him and NODDED! So for this crime,
he will have his ears cut off!"
Wow, wonder what you get for a parking ticket in this place?
3 comments:
Talk about getting what he deserves! Actually, looks like Jer is not terribly upset at being whipped :)
How was the ghost tour? Meet any ghosties, ghoulies, long-legged beasties and things-that-go-bump-in-the-night? Maybe you'll come away with some ideas for Park Ridge's celebration next year, although I don't believe your neighborhood needs all that much help.
Boo to all of you. Love Auntie H.
Missing you! No more news? Or have you gotten a bit posh since visiting the our friends' mansion up north?
Your fans await another blog.
Feeling deserted. :)
Auntie H and Unk.
Little sister's revenge. All the planing Finally the public whiping he sooo desreved
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