"Ah ken, but it’s the thoucht that coonts, ma wee pal."
coont, cwint: add up, count.
"I know, but it’s the thought that counts, my small new acquaintance and friend."
It’s three weeks after the end of the teaching year and only now have I reclaimed the energy to catch up with the backlog.
I’ve been a prisoner of tiredness and twelve weeks of illustrations behind where I should be.
They will be done and backdated.