This weekend, starting on Friday morning, I didn't wear any kilts.

Why?

......Because while the Luminous Joan is just fine with my kilt-wearing habit, she really would prefer seeing me in pants. Often when I wear pants she'll say something like..."I haven't seen you in blue jeans for so long!".

It was her birthday. It's not going to KILL me to strap on a pair of trousers to go out to dinner with her on Friday night, or to go hiking with her on Saturday, or for dinner on Saturday night, or to hang around the house with her on Sunday and build that trellis for her rhododendrons. So I did. I knew she'd appreciate it, and she did. It's the least I can do, on her 50th birthday, for the woman I gladly pledged to spend my life with all those years ago.

However, I'm back at work today, and you can bet your life I've got tartan strapped 'round me bum!