Sailing by

I awoke to a haary way revealing a sparkling sea.  I had a craving for hot smoked salmon (none in the house) new tatties (in the garden) and spinach (in the tunnel); obviously served with a lemon butter and caper pouring sauce.  I consequently called the Current Mrs Creel who was dancing in Kirkwall (I have an injury) and she informed me I will be making the tea.

I also find that I cannot differentiate between Stuart Maconie and Paul Morley.  Should I be concerned?  I’m not sure where Bob Crampsie should fit in; potentially in any social setting.

The sparkling sea is now covered in a gray lace veil.