Can too much fresh air make you paranoid?

Day Two of the Great Moors March.



Hetti the remarkable hen who is the only one who can keep up with the Mighty McTealc has come to me with whispers.



It would seem that the girls think that there is a plan afoot to get them down to lean nutritious white meat and me to an early grave.



And the strange walking dog tells me that he is catching scent of Jilly from the Jiggling Jugs Inn.



Could it be that the evil genius that is Jilly and her paramour McTeacl are using me to herd my girls into the waiting cooking pot situate at their moorland love nest?



Is this why the Great McTealc is always rushing to mount the next brae - and barely giving me the time of day - instead insisting that I sing along with him 'Will ye no come back again' and 'Flowers of the Forest' as marching songs?



Weight loss so far : 5lbs - and thats just Fergie!

Can too much fresh air make you paranoid?
aahh you begin to suspect us do you!!! and you are right to do sooo, my genius is starting to become obvious is it ,Hmmmm I will have to hurry the Mighty McTealc along. I have a recipe for chicken and barley broth I m just longing to try. Just the sort of thing to brace up a man after a brisk march across the moors.



Keep marching me dear I have a nice hot bath (pot) waiting for the girls. And a lovely empty hen hoose for you. hehehehehe
Reply:No, but when birds of a feather flock together they sometimes get paranoid !!! *smile*
Reply:Good heaven's girl, what are you on?

Please bottle it %26amp; send it to others.

But I am getting a kick out of all this.
Reply:No! You think the Great McTeacl is a part of such a plot?! Could it be true?
Reply:I see the strange walking dog still mad at you and feeding your worst fears to get even. I think the brave one is there for you and Jilly is perhaps on the scent of a new man to prey on. Walk on Lassie.
Reply:Dear Eyedon'tnose you know you can trust the mighty Mctealc. He has you wandering the moors with your brood for health and fresh air. Scouting the territory and giving dear Barley the exercise he needs to mend from the surgery.

Now the scent that Barley and even the girls may be catching could well be be that of Jilly of the Jiggling Jugs Inn. Alas, you cae no blame the fair Jilly for pursuing the virile McTealc. In fact if she is on your trail but remaining out of sight I say that shows restraint of mountainous proportions. Consider that just the sound of the manly McTealc's voice in song and the knowledge he is so close is enow for the fair Jilly. Perhaps she is content to peep oer the hillock and catch a distant glimpse of the mighty man.

Be kind and be gentle as you consider the affect the great man has on the weaker sex. Jilly is but a wee fair maiden after all as are we all.
Reply:No, I do not think it's the fresh air, nor do I think you are paranoid. I have worried so, that the plan was to do away with you and have the pathway clear for those of which you speak. You may be laid aside and all the while we are thinking that you are frolicking on the soft heather of the moors.
Reply:I am not really sure, but if I did tell you, I know you, and everyone else on this site would track me down and hurt me

and call me bad names, bye now they are coming....
Reply:I've been looking things over and pondering them and I've decided you're right to be concerned. The lad in question does cut a dashing figure, doesn't he? And Jilly seems to have the necessary attributes to turn a fellow's head.



But what about the Glenfiddich-sodden Mister? Doesn't he miss you when you're out on this Moor March?

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