Great companionships

Today I wanted to talk about my support networks. I have mentioned my playgroup in yesterday’s post but today I wanted to talk about the support I have at home. My husband is a great companion to me. He has always supported me and loved me through it all. He is an Owl to my Pussycat. A Milo to my Otis (which one is the cat again? I want to be the cat) He’s a Starsky to my Hutch, a tweddledee to my tweedledum.

It’s not to say that he never said the wrong thing. He did. Often. But this post isn’t about that because lets face it who hasn’t said the wrong thing from time to time?

This post is about celebrating great companions. It’s about standing by your friends when they need you. Being a shoulder to cry on. Having a hand to hold. Being able to laugh about something when you really wanted to cry instead.

I’ve decided to finish this post with The Owl and the Pussycat poem by Edward Lear as it’s such a lovely and nonsensical poem about two great companions.

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea

In a beautiful pea green boat,

They took some honey, and plenty of money,

Wrapped up in a five pound note.

The Owl looked up to the stars above,

And sang to a small guitar,

‘O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,

What a beautiful Pussy you are,

You are, You are!

What a beautiful Pussy you are!’

Pussy said to the Owl, ‘You elegant fowl!

How charmingly sweet you sing!

O let us be married! too long we have tarried:

But what shall we do for a ring?’

They sailed away, for a year and a day,

To the land where the Bong-tree grows

And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood

With a ring at the end of his nose,

His nose, His nose,

With a ring at the end of his nose.

‘Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring?’

Said the Piggy, ‘I will.’

So they took it away, and were married next day

By the Turkey who lives on the hill.

They dined on mince, and slices of quince,

Which they ate with a runcible spoon;

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,

They danced by the light of the moon,

The moon, The moon,

They danced by the light of the moon.

By Edward Lear


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Gherky
    Nov 24, 2012 @ 09:00:33

    Simmy is awesome 🙂 Also the best brother in the world.


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