MiLord is busy on the computer looking to upgrade our mode of transport which is looking tired and out of date and I am tending the rose bushes as all Ladies do.
The fact that I dont have any roses is of little consequence..I can always bring up a picture on my laptop.
The whole country seemed to be collectively enjoying a very traditional game of football yesterday with something called a Grand Final - not a body to be seen anywhere unless you were at the local watering hole, Inn or disorderly house..not a soul..eveyone was totally mesmerised by a battle between two groups of very huge men called the Warriors and the Sea Eagles out in a local muddy field.
I am not really sure what all of that is about...something that the colonialists have developed as a type of relaxation.
This morning, over my breakfast tea and crumpets, I again checked out
www.highlandtitles.com and allowed myself to languish at the beauty of the area and remind myself that I AM a Scottish landowner.
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