Annemieke and Freddie.

This is my amazingly beautiful niece, Annemieke, and her (also amazingly beautiful, though in a different way) puppy, Freddie (who is called after Freddie Mercury) in Glasgow Necropolis, chasing a stick (Annemieke won)(Freddie is not really slow, though he might be misjudged as such, but more of a thinker, a planner, maybe even inclined to be philosophical) beyond the gravestones, with John Knox looking down (though here he is only a stone statue who cannot see their happiness, while in me he is something else who sees everything) (and none of it would he deem good).
And earlier I had been on Glasgow Green and in the World's greatest museum, The Peoples Palace, where even the attendants cannot restrain their enthusiasm and welcome, and even the cup of tea in the Glass House, buried in green and eating a sausage roll (and a true treasure of one at that) is more of an emotional experience than I have had out of some relationships (but we'll not go into that here) and get outside and there is the fountain with Queen Victoria and you cannot believe (but there it is, the evidence is before you, though you agree with John Knox when he says you don't deserve it)) that you are so lucky.