I have to admit my temperament is difficult.

I'm contrary and stubborn.

I used to be pliable and helpful.

Now, I just dig my heels in and thats it.

There was a time when I was happy go lucky.

Having curved balls thrown at me has made me hard.

However, there is hope - light at the end of the tunnel in the shap of an Orkney island. ...

I just can't help myself when people are being ridiculous, such as stories about whether seats should be placed on nice little headlands overlooking the sea or whether plantpots should be put under windows. Much has already been written about the former, but the latter case continues, with an injunction on said plant pots. Then there's the bloke who chills his red wine, the same one who didn't l...