
MacSporran Sport that he is, has asked me to share the following with his Ladies...
In the utility room we have what we call 'the wee loo,' it has a small hand basin in which anyone gardening can freshen up.
MacS seemed to be taking an awful long time washing his hands. I continued to clatter around in the kitchen. Eventually, I heard a knocking accompanied by ...'I'm locked in the loo...'
I tried to open the latch (as seen on cop dramas) but to no avail.
MacS instructed me to get the step ladder and position it close to the outside wall (festooned with cotoneaster)...the wee loo window is also "wee". It would have been a sight for sore eyes had any passer-by glimpsed MacS's rear end stuck in the aperture. As I was holding the ladder steady MacS had a job trying to keep the window from closing down on him. He also thought he might get cramp!
At long last, he very gingerly backed down the ladder - one slipper on - one slipper still inside.
He smiled broadly.
What more can I say. The door refuses to open. The latch is dodgy. Needs to be fixed. I would have had to remain in situ (had it happened to me) and outside help called upon. 
Your next holiday must be to where the first holiday you remember , where are you going?g
If you were given £10k to spend on your bedroom , what would you buy?



As MacS left the bathroom, he met Tortoiseshell cat walking through the sitting room. Naturally, she panicked and scooted behind the sofa. Rory became all "helpful" and peered beneath the sofa as if to reassure her. MacS opened the back door wide. He then waited for T to understand that there was a safe way out. She made a run for it. Rory yawned and took himself off to bed. T took to her tree stump close to the back door. She spent rather a long time grooming herself (her hiding place must have been dusty). Thankfully, no damage done. 
