That’s it, see the picture above? That’s my sword, Justice-Bringer and as you can see, I’ve hung it up.
My dear old destrier, Tootsie, has been turned out to grass as he is as utterly fed-up with our old job as I am. I told him he might, when rested, go to stud but he just blew his lips out; too tired even to get excited by the idea. We’ve been at it too long, you understand.
As a small child with 90° pigtails I fought on my old Shetland, Jock, armed with garden bamboo sticks …which got me drummed out of the Pony Club. For the rest of my life I have been leaping on my charger to take up the cudgels on behalf of the weak, the voiceless…or just my friends. Well no more.
I have discovered that by sticking up for my friends, the net result is just that I lose other ones. Championing the cause of Friend A causes Friend B to stop talking to me which is a shame as I want to be pals with both of them. Even saying sorry doesn’t work.
This is why my sword is unsheathed but harmless, my steed turned loose and my armour now decoration in a cousin’s baronial hall. I shall be very happy to speak up for animals as they don’t disown you and live what remains of my life as a peaceable old lady. Stick justice, stick trying to right wrongs. Someone else can pick up the title – Clown Princess of Scales.