Would you believe it, my dear fiends friends, my children turned up this morning, as DGD was having a sleepover and all the cake is gone, including the Scotch pancakes I made for DGD's breakfast.
Big Jim is nowhere to be seen, but I did hear him snoring very loudly somewhere. It could only be him, it was like a steam train. I think he may have gone of to lick his wounds after last night's carnage.
I have to go now, I'm breaking in Hamish, he tosses the caber, a great hulking brute of a man. He looks amazing in his mini kilt, but I suspect he is feeling the draught at the moment. ?