Day Eleven. I’m supposed to get pipers. You can’t get pipers for love nor money. In Scotland, maybe, but we’re in rural Northamptonshire, as I pointed out in the last episode. Out in the country, we have aristocracy but no bagpipers. From a swift survey, men without underwear are also rare (plenty who’ll happily appearContinue reading “The Piping Castastophy (Day 11 of 12)”
