I love the Highlanders. Many a time I’ve been reading a novel about one of my beloved ancestors (every Scot is a potential family member, even the fictional ones) and wound up daydreaming about being hauled off to a stone castle by a brooding broad-chested laird of the keep. Being held prisoner of my own desires to ultimately be mindlessly ravished by my knight in tartan plaid that can’t get enough of me.
Sometimes you just got to dream. Even if its in the middle of the day.