An exceedingly dull day in which Hoy disappeared. We set off on a voyage into the unknown but docked at the Hoy Pier and went through to Rackwick.
A superb gig last night with Gemma Donald and Alan Small; imperious playing.
Tonight, at my dancing class one understands, I’ll be requesting the Floozie in the Jacuzzi, a 48 bar reel, square set.
I’ve just put the fish parcels in the oven as the Current Mrs Creel entered the door. Apparently it’s all in the timing. I went to the tunnel and came out with lettuce, rocket, watercress, coriander, radish to make a salad. The tatties are ramping. I’ve just switched them doon. I think you should stop reading now.