(I have a feeling that only men of Celtic blood will appreciate this joke. To you guys I don't have to explain. To the non-Celts (who never had the good fortune to meet Celtic women)I can't explain it!)

Sandy is waxing poetical to Fiona.

"Without you, the Highlands are dark and dreary - the clouds gather and the wind beats the rain...then comes the warm sun... you are like an island rainbow"

Fiona - " Is this a proposal or a weather report?"