We would never heard of this nasty creature with the unusual name if it wasn’t for a man trying to make himself look good by telling the king that his daughter could do things that she couldn’t.
The lady in question managed to save her baby from the clutches of the evil elf, but only barely, and only because of an act of outrageous fortune, the likes of which only tends to happen in fairytales.
It feels good to promise somebody something, but like the story above, an unkept promise can and will lead to all sorts of trouble.
Better to forego the ego boost of making a promise, than suffer the long-term reputational consequences of not keeping it.
PS today marks 100 days of daily blogging – a promise I made to myself that I am very happy to have kept. I am glad I made the decision to start, and I don’t plan to stop any time soon.
It does hearten me to hear that people do read it, and to thank you all for doing so, I will draw at random a name from my list of subscribers.
That person will receive their choice of prize – two tickets to the gig I’m playing this Saturday in the Hawk’s Well with Niamh Crowley and Michael Rooney, or any two of my albums sent to you wherever you are in the world.
I will draw the name tomorrow morning, so you can still subscribe today and be in with a chance of winning.