Flipping pancakes

Another day for avoiding the outside world. The rain has stopped. However the Met Office has tethered a gigantic hair dryer in mid-Atlantic and it is pointing directly at Orkney. It is set between 40 - 60 mph at 6 degrees cent.

So I had the ignominy of being force fed pancakes with Caithness jam for my play piece.

Good news on the horizon - the Current Mrs Creel indicates there will be a gigantic pot of tattie soup for tea.

I'm frightened to open my wardrobe in case Seán Batty is inside.