What did it make me think of when I saw this symbol of my Scottish heritage?Did I have images of Celtic crosses in crumbling walled church yards or tartan clad men wielding large broadswords in the heather? Pipers ghostly sounds carrying across fields?
Or did I think of working with my border collies to move woolly sheep on the misty hillsides of the land of my ancestors?
No. I was thinking that Scott better repair my lawn mowers 'cause the yard is getting out of control.
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Then once he is finished with your thistle he can come over and deal with ours!
Kelvin
argh lassie!
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