Good morning to our dear Kitcheners...it is a brilliant day and I am unable to leave my bed. I've just popped in to log on to our ancient puter as I would hate you to think that I'm neglecting you.
To say that I feel rough is a gross understatement. I caught this bug from MacSporran...he caught it from our good pals in the village. The villagers have shared it amongst themselves. I can barely swallow because my throat feels so sore. The cough is bad. I feel hot and cold in equal measure. Also feeling nauseous but not being sick.
Anyway, that's enough of me. I must log off and return to my bed. I shall be thinking of you lot throughout the day. Please take good care of yourselves.

Today the High Court has agreed that children can be given puberty blockers.

A deer and her last year's fawn settled down in a sunny patch and I watched them for a long time. Their markings were perfect camouflage. I've checked the spelling in the 'Modern Handy Portable Dictionary of the English Language (Self-Pronouncing) Condensed Edition'. Inside is the inscription - 'to MacSporran from Daddy and Mummy. November 3rd 1947'. That would have been a seventh birthday gift. 
There are ten garments waiting in the wings. On a handful I've put a set 'buy-it-now' price based on their previous high value. If none sell, then the Red Cross shall have a suitcase full of donations.
