Scapa Flow Silver

The Canadians finally arrived after a torrid night in a Thurso B and B.  I made lunch and tea and had to consult my Philip Harben collection before starting.  During a post-prandial canter the wind turned through one hundred and seventy nine degrees and became chilly.  We availed ourselves of the shelter in the Saga Centre and we all fell asleep.  When we arrived back home CMC had lit the stove for us.

Earlier I went to the GP who administered a flu jag with the aid of a cricket bat.  I then went to see my Mum.  I still can’t understand how she gets five cups out of a tea bag.  She says ‘There’s a war on’.  End of.