Lunch at Robertson's

Conscious Omnivore I would proffer, but there again who would have thought that making cakes on TV would hold folk in sway? It shows you what I don't know.

Mayhem last night at Rendall Burns Supper when Mrs McPherson's Rant failed to materialise. Dancing was blistering quick, quite naughty in fact. Ian accompanied Rosie (surely his annual dance outing) and Frank explained his recent predilection for the bagpipes. I didn't realise ladies still carried smelling salts these days. Events will be re-enacted in their entirety at the Flotta Burns Supper on February 7th.

Meantime hunkered down in the shack, preparing for more dancing, the YellowJackets provide a Revelation.

Never mark your own homework.