Looking at my stats, I see that someone from Glasgow has followed a link from a keda post (thanks keda) to my place, and he/she landed on my pantaclava page, then spent nearly an hour reading my archives. Statcounter lists exactly which pages they read. Who says nobody ever reads archives?
On the subject of Scotland, I enjoyed reading alastair's heart monitor. What a good blog! Variety. Plenty of pics. And, it's written by a Scots guy who's recovering in hospital from heart surgery. And he's younger than me. Yippee!
It's not schadenfreude (meaning: : (German) delight in another person's misfortune), but there is some reassurance in realising I'm old enough for a dodgy heart yet my heart's in great shape. That makes up for getting cancer at age 30, when I was really far too young for cancer. Everything balances up in the end. What a fortunate creature I am!
How do I know he's younger than me? A picture on his site shows he got his school prize in 1971, by which time I was already at university, falling in with bad company.
But I think he must have photoshopped a joke name into the image. If his name's really McSporran, then mine's McClochendichter.