This Easter weekend I've not been feeling too well (I'm getting a lot of this with my current medication) and so decided at the outset not to go anywhere or see anyone. However, on Sunday morning my step-sister called to insist that I joined her and her family for lunch at their home an hour's drive away. She was very persuasive (and besides is an excellent cook!!) so I gave in all too quickly and forced myself to make the drive.

I wore my "X Marks the Scot" kilt from Geoffrey (Tailor), with a navy blue business shirt, my blue hose with yellow patterned tops, navy/yellow sweater, black leather accessories and a sgian dubh. There were no comments at all - OK they know I am kilted every day - except from my step-neice (aged 27) who is a keen supporter of Portsmouth (Pompey) Football Club: as soon as she saw the kilt she excitedly named it 'The Pompey Tartan'. Apparently the football club's colours are basically two blues with a little yellow and white! I told her they could not have it!!!

Immediately after lunch, still feeling unwell and a little unsociable, I made my excuses, drove home again and shut the door on the world. I do not expect to open it again until Tuesday.

Oh, how I hate the side effects of these tablets. They are changing my personality!!