And so abnormal service is resumed. Usual catch up messages in Kirkwall and grass cutting ad nauseam. And a brisk sooth east wind ad nauseam. And more catch up tomorrow ad nauseam. I’m sick of it already.
On a lighter note Maggie still hasn’t bought an outfit for the wedding but she now has two new hats. And she’s still taking painkillers from my Mum’s prescription. And so it goes.