I have six on my neck and one at the top of my leg ( how did that get there) at the moment. Oh, forgot one on my toe.
We went to Skye once….never again. I came home looking as if I had chicken pox. I swear the midges were all lined up waiting when I got off the plane at Inverness.
Nothing seems to work.
Where would we be without humour?
Halal and Kosher meat should labelling be mandatory?

