But life will go on - and so, unfortunately for you, will this Blog!!!! Even if I may have to return to the ancestral home, you know, that Scottish castle you all see over Halloween, where it creaks and squeaks, and where "things" pop out of the woodwork.
We don't bury or burn our ancestors, we put them into those suits of armour you see on the stairways.
Happily, we Highlanders only die rarely, after 7 lives, each one averaging 77 years = ????
'Tis the basis of the rumour about Scottish parsimony. One suit of armour every 529 years is better than a coffin a week!
So, folks, until the next crazy blogspot, have fun, but not too much!