We’re had a postcardial correspondence from our very special and dearly beloved No. 1 Fan, Jan the Fan, who had very kindly sent us a card from her holiday in Bonnie Scotland, och aye the nooooo!
The aforementioned Jan the Fan said she’d been enjoying the heather and the haggis, but unfortunately did not indicate how many noms she had awarded her said haggis(es), which was a shade remiss of Jan, if we should be so bold, as she is cognisant of our deep seated interest in the nom factor of various interesting comestibles, especially of a foreign clime type nature. Jan also failed to say if she had witnessed any caber tossing, which we have always thought sounds sooooo romantic and regard a very manly pursuit!
However, as she also said, that sadly, she had failed to espy a kilted gentleman, that could explain the no mench of cabor tossing, as usually gentlemen in kilts and caber tossing go hand in hand. Jan hinted that she was keen to find out what a real Scot wore under his kilt, which we believe is something to do with the not wearing of under garments ……………..
………….however, wisely, we didn’t dwell too much on this little snippet of information mainly due to Nigel’s great impressionability, any suggestion of going “commando” as it were, could reek havoc throughout chez Castle Greysquirrel, and would then, no doubt, end in tears and in the present climate, a frozen and possibly numb (not to be confused with ‘nom’)
never nether region!!!!!!