Orkney: A Draughty Day

It has been a quite draughty and damp day.  I started it by making some concrete for repairs.  The Current Mrs Creel did jobs in the polycrub and garden.  We were given a mower; after several days of working at it I got it started.  It proved unwieldly to manoeuvre; then it wouldn’t stop.  "You're sure about this?" A middle-aged man with a thick beard and a faded flannel shirt, squinted at the postcard in his hand.  The name "Lulu Macduff" was scribbled on the back, in a hasty hand; the front depicted an street artist painting a vibrant mural on a crumbling brick wall.  Scullion suggested an early Paul Klee.  It shows you shouldn’t read this far.
 
Erratum:  Last week’s mention of Ipswich should have obviously been Bogotá.