I just signed the contract for the book that will not be called "A Present from Betelgeuse" - my young publisher is going to publish it! Hurray... although now of course I am full of second thoughts and worried and feel its not up to much at all. But maybe that is normal authorial worry.
Our weekend was the usual meetings and detectorising. All went well, but I am not achieveing much at the moment - I am sleeping so badly. I did cook a roast chicken dinner in the week, which kept the Captain fed for quite a while.
One of my bros-in-law posted about the danger of rivers which caused me to remember this strange and powerful little poem:
Two Rivers
Says Tweed to Till-
'What gars ye rin sae still?'
Says Till to Tweed-
'Though ye rin with speed
And I rin slaw,
For ae man that ye droon
I droon twa.'
'What gars ye rin sae still?'
Says Till to Tweed-
'Though ye rin with speed
And I rin slaw,
For ae man that ye droon
I droon twa.'
Anonymous
https://internetpoem.com/anonymous/two-rivers-poem/
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