Sands o' Wright
Having visitors means I have been twice in the Southern Parish in one week. This time a quick canter at the Sands of Wright then steaming into Robertsons’ for a great value meal.
It’s now The Botanist all round with a ‘suitable’ tonic and ice cubes and chunky sliced cucumber.
The Current Mrs Creel informs me that after a light tea it will be cards again until midnight. It could be Canasta, Nomination Whist, 150 or Crib.
I blame Ally McLeod and the entire SFA, past and present. And nowadays, nowadays ? They’ve all got their snouts in the same trough; if not up each.....*
*Nurse Ratched arrives with monkey-gland injection.