Cat at the window

With an incessant south east wind and dreich Duncan Baz sits at the window pleadingly, pitifully, mournfully, sadly, wistfully, coldly and he hopes to get in quickly.  Since this was posted he is happily ensconced on the Orkney chair by the stove.  Cat owners would recognise his ‘lying on his back’ position and all that it means.

I’m still rubbing in the deep heat.

The Current Mrs Creel has gone into dance lessons in Kirkwall.