Black Napkins and Armbands

Out to Cramond to pick up our painting. Oh lordy, it’s bigger than either of us remember but we’ll find a place on the stairs for it for sure. Much later an MS Teams call with our local MSP. We need money! Hey, it’s for marine tourism. It’s Scotland’s capital city and it’s a disgrace; besides, West Scotland have loads of marinas that have benefitted from public dosh. We can but try.
And then, to the big event. Thirty years to the day since Uncle Frank passed away. So to Bannermans to a terrific performance of some of the great man's greatest numbers by the hot toot tooting Pygmy Twylyte. Of course it was well dark so my snaps were well rank, but at the interval the lights went up and I managed to capture saxophone blowing Mr K chatting to two of the Senior Service Crew who were in attendance. The three Steves!