A load of bruck

Went through to visit P in Stromness today who is on the bounce back after an infection.  Whilst we were there she put her mobile on speak and dialled her son.  We haven’t spoken to him for some time; he is in the south of Spain and about to crew a yacht across the Atlantic.  Unfortunately he didn’t answer.  P is 86 and her son is 63.  This is the message she left.  ‘Hello John this is Mum just to say don’t forget to wash behind yer lugs’.  She then said to us ‘You can never let go’.

On a dull day we went to the Stromness dump to do some recycling, no expense is spared, - who said romance was dead?