As if I didn't have enough, 11 fecking scotsmen have arrived.
Don't you remember when I moved out to Broadland - one of the pleasures was never having to hear them Bagpipes outside Marks. And now I have 11 of the bastards, piping on their pipes incessantly.
Most of the Lords appear to be gay, and they're already asking the pipers to pipe on their pink oboes. The ladies are obsesssed with what's worn (or not) under the kilt, and the peasant maids are moaning at me for not having any haystacks to frolic in. As for the scotsmen, some of them are giving them geese the eye.
It's turning into one huge bisexual swingfest in the drawing room.
And with 21 blokes and 17 women, I don't even get a look in (it was a crap magazine anyway. for birds). Wealthy lords, and well hung beefy scotsmen gone commando in kilts - none of the maids/ladies want a short, fat, foul visaged troll. And it's my house! I should get a seeing to from them maids at least!
Just stop now. No 12 of anything tomorrow, or there will be consequences.
Me.
