Wonky horns

First of all, thank you all for your good wishes yesterday. I must say, it’s heartening to find that labyrinthitis is so common. Well, not heartening, exactly, but nice to know that other people have had it and it goes away.

I’m still dizzy at odd times, even lying still in bed, but I’m moving slowly, and may will have to avoid housework of any kind. I just feel a bit light- headed. Like I’ve had one glass too many of chilled white wine, but without the fun time that goes with that.

Today we went out to the big Homebase at Straiton to return something or other. Came away with a pile of stuff we didn’t realise we needed. We have a coal scuttle, a deep red throw for the day bed, goggles for my forthcoming hole drilling, and something magical that you burn in the wood burner and it cleans your flu.

As we came away, there was wonderful light over the Pentlands, with dark forboding skies all around. I thought we should go and see if the heilan’ coos were near the fence. They were! This chap, with the wonky horns, came over to speak to me. He licked my hand, but those horns had rather a long reach, so I kept my distance after that. I kept leaning over the fence and getting my new scarf caught up the barbed wire.

Home again and the firewood man is coming to deliver a load. I want to ask his advice about my shed. I have a plan.

Is it just me, but was Sherlock a load of rubbish, really?

Unlike Breaking Bad, which is indisputably brilliant.