Fin de siècle
I’m having a whale of a time. Herman Melville isn’t in it. The Current Mrs Creel is away across competing in the Hoy Half Marathon. I’ve just found the purportedly ‘well-hidden’ bottle of gin. I have to meet CMC at the Stromness Pierhead and then take her dancing. Meantime I plan to have two G and Ts and then go and clean out the neighbours hens for them. My Careers Guidance Teacher never warned me about any of this. I blame sweet rationing.