On Patrol

A fine start to the day with a weather mooth featuring.  The Current Mrs Creel went for a walk and lunch with old school pals and I stayed home and:  uprooted the kale, cut down the asparagus, weeded the neeps, fed the onions, scuffled etc and cut the grass.  The postie told me I need to get a grip.

Moxy can often be found on patrol in Stromness; plenty of folk speak to him.  He was on the bank counter one day last week.  I wait to catch him behind the till in the Cats’ Protection Shop.  I think he’s raking about for LF.

Tonight I am being taken out to the pie cart.  Yipeeee.