Last night a friend of mine, still struggling with trying to unravel the tangle that is his life, about this blog told me that he was not interested in hearing my story of arms, but rather flowed really wanted to know how my days. And here I have asked myself the question, but is seen as contrary, but as will be seen this blog in case someone reads it? And now, because I had not asked this question when I started, since I have started for me and not because other people to read it.
Certainly I never thought, nor wanted, it was a story of arms, so I hasten to reassure any friends and acquaintances that they had found the track to get here: no I read accounts of battles, snare drums and bagpipes, flags and horses.
Or at least not just read this. Do not be fooled by the presence of arms, shields and mottoes in Latin or Gaelic, and without something to do with it one needs to dominate believe. Returning to my friend the invitation to come on these pages and, since it has great understanding, maybe even leave some contribution. Both me and him we appreciate you, any of which I can now frequent suspicion.
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