Had to abandon the shopping trip, there was a raid last night, under cover of darkness 50 drunken Scots in frocks came storming towards our Bastle, luckily the geese we keep alerted us and lighting a candle (our lass keeps a supply of big fat ones for some reason?) we prepared for the worst. We were completely surrounded by the heathens, whipped into a frenzy by the thought of a steak and pleasuring English women. I don't think the wife completely grasped the seriousness of it by saying 'she was going to get ready??, bless her. Stringing my trusty bow I prepared for the fight, our cattle on the lower floor screaming in fear, and the mrs was putting on lipstick? How I wished you were there my brave boy, they would have run, thats for certain.
However I need not have feared, their leader a huge man, with a claymore stepped forward ( I think he was called Dadda??) and demanded we give him the women and cattle, if I wanted my life spared. I was just releasing the cows when my brave spouse leapt from the upper floor and ran towards the heathen with outstretched arms. The sight of this panicked the Scots so much that they fled in terror, leaving sacks of porridge, neeps and tatties, we needn't shop for a year.
The wife bless her was so overcome with emotion that she chased them for miles, and with fighting spirit she kept screaming 'come back', I married a keeper.
So back to normal this morning, our excitement mounted when the pigeon post delivered a message saying we should have the internet within 5 years, look out my gaming is just beginning.
So thats why my normal morning message is so late, bet you were all concerned dear Ayaq