Dreams on the Bitface

The other day a flat cardboard box arrived in the post for me when Frances was getting ready to take the kids out. Fiona (aged two on Friday, pop-pickers) was convinced that it was a pizza, so it had to be opened. It was, in fact, my Utilikilt, arrived all the way from Seattle, less than a week after I ordered it (they quote six to eight weeks for delivery.

I found their site when I was searching for sites where I could buy a proper, actual, Scottish kilt. I've had my Dad's one since he died, but it sadly got attacked by moths. So I should be getting that from the shop where he got his, back home near Balloch. Eventually. They take things a bit slower in Luss than Seattle.