The concept of a majority does not escape the average Scotsman. Nor did it escape the above average Scotsghosts. (Did I tell you there are 79 of them?)
Belying their patient posture, Culloden's 79 took note of their number and made a bold move. I looked up from my keyboard one day in June to discover Stanley missing along with all those lovely wing-backed, white leather chairs.
They've brought in turf and moss and heather to make their beds while they wait in turn. For a while there, they were queued up and the line went out the door. And although they don't mind standing around for a hundred years or two--they've done it before--it was making me nervous.
About the room...
There are a number of rooms in my head. Behind one, there is a gnarly table covered with thick open books. If I close those and tuck them away on the shelves, my thoughts become less cluttered. I can focus on whatever is left on the table.