A Smooth Passage Home

I picked up Albert from the Graemsay and ran him through to Kirkwall.  I was therefore late in joining Mrs Rasmussen’s dance class.  After a snackette in the Toon Hall I went in past Shearers’.  Back at base CMC locked me in a room with Christmas cards, a pen and an address book. The last thing I heard as she snibbed the door was ‘Buey, get weavan’.  If nothing else experience has told me never to resist.  I have been released and I’m resorting to A’bunadh. 

It’s not helping my foxtrot.

Enjoyed another online game of Fantasy Tearoom League.