Where there's smoke...

.....there's usually more smoke!

We arrived back home after a break of six weeks and as you would expect the house is a bit cold. So, first thing first, I set too to get a fire going in the stove. Or rather I didn't, would you believe there's a bird, bat, pinemartin, rat or mouse is stuck in the flu resulting in me looking like a blacked up minstrel and the house full of smoke.

Vision of log fire, a bath and a glass of Scotland's finest are shattered - the reality - tea, beans on toast and a the hassle of trying to find a chimney sweep.

The thought of an automatic , oil fired central heating system, activated at the throw of a switch doesn't seem so extravagant anymore.

What the hell was the animal thinking about anyway!