Scottish Dad Dancing Clothes

It seems to be that the Yes argument for Scottish independence is boiling down to decisions being taken on Scotland from a seat of government 400 miles away.

If the world were to use 400 miles as the yardstick of the limit of functional democracy, then it would look a very different place and the majority of countries (Norway, Sweden, France, and Russia to mention but a few) would cease to exist.

From what I can see, there is little difference between the Scots and the English - certainly they cannot be told apart by their DNA. They have the same values as the English, the same worries, the same hopes and fears. I defy anyone to tell me otherwise.

We had a Village Day over the weekend and Hay used it as a means of selling some of her vast stock of clothes by setting up a stand. The woman has more clothes than, well, a person with a lot of clothes.

Believe it or not - that gazebo had more clothes hanging on the inside! It's no wonder she keeps most of her clothes over at her father's.

In the evening there was a disco in the Village Hall and I engaged in some over-enthusiastic Dad-dancing. I was in agony in the morning.