Christmas Eve Walk

A very benign Christmas Eve.  Great for walking along side the Flow.  I went to Stromness to pick up my Mum.  I hope she’s bought me something for my train set.  Outside Fletts’ butchers riot police had had to deploy water cannon to control the queue.  Mrs Sabiston had grabbed hold of Mrs Foubister’s turkey.  It wasn’t pleasant to watch. 

CMC and her sister were across at the Hoy Kirk on Sunday past for the Christmas service.  Everyone was there – except their brother.  On speirin’ their sister in law she said he’d had a spot of trouble.  He’d just taken two laxatives and eaten six tangerines.  It wasn’t so much that he was feared of the minister, more feared to stand up.

Happy Christmas everyone.