The Wiggly Eyed Come Here

It's wild here in the Highlands of Scotland today - squally winds pounding a thick mixture of hail and rain against the house, all the bats will be in the kitchen after Matron's gin again soon!

Speaking of which I have tinkered about a little with the typeface and text colour on here following the complaints from the masses who flock here to eagerly read the literary works this page hem-hem, and I have discovered it's not the gin, or the wine for that matter, it's the browser! (How's that for a classic excuse) I have switched to Firefox and it kindly lets me do an awful lot of things I couldn't before on this site.
Not that it really matters whether you can read all the written stuff, because I never write anything of note, but here's the thing - I like the black background for the piccies! Piccies are my life and I love them and cultivate the little dears with a loving hand, and very soon some of my new paintings will appear here to delight you all hemhem. That is, if I ever get off this darned keyboard ever again!

Now Matron really has to go and do some other work - guests coming into Cesspit Cottages tomorrow! Janitor, fetch the mop and drain-roddy things!