Stromness; a pin dropping moment
I baked a sweet potato loaf; I won’t be doing again in a hurry. It’s about the only thing that I don’t blame Neil Doncaster for. His mission would be complete if he changed his surname to Tr_mp. He has no connection; no knowledge. Where was he when that extra time winner was squeezed in at the near post at a foggy and damp Grant Street Park? He has never done time at a very wet and windy Gayfield. In his defence it has to be said that at 200 yards (and blindfolded) he recognizes the words ‘train’ and ‘gravy’. I’m so glad I’ve got that out of my system.
Today the postie delivered three unsolicited whisky samples from our Stranraer correspondent. We should never give up hope.
CMC and I really know how to have a good time. In the afternoon we decided (in a very weak moment) to shift a Gunnera. During the process we remembered that this was the reason that Semtex was invented.
The coffee cake is finished.
Helen Shapiro is 73.