The top of the list.

Cloudless skies, radiant sunshine , the cows at the gate lowing peacefully . Wilf dozes under a palm tree. Angus spends Saturday afternoon planting out the geraniums . Window boxes abloom with scarlet . Now all the plants are out, and in their place, you can be sure that arctic temperatures and Hebridean winds can't be far away . Whenever Angus ventures into the garden frost is guaranteed.

Scotland lose to Italy in the rugby . Losing is bad enough but losing to Italy ! Scotland come last . At one moment of great emotion Angus knocks over his beer and Pringles. Wilf wakes from a deep sleep, hurtles across the floor, locates the Pringles, and then quickly swallows four of them . Faster than a speeding bullet . Angus is impressed . If only the Scottish rugby team were half as quick. Wilf has now added sour cream and onion Pringles to his list of absolute favourites . They're right up at the top of the list alongside coconut ice cream, Jaffa Cakes and mustard .

Wilf spends the rest of his day hoping that more Pringles will fall onto the floor . He waits patiently for another miracle. Old PON wisdom : " Once you have tasted flight , you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward , for there you have been, and there you will always long to return ".