In which an Erudite Barman enables Quaffability

Chilly, blowy, snowy, haily with a blink of sun.  The barman was surprised to see Dougal and mesel’ out with our wimmin folk today.  He thought we had to travel separately.  We explained to him that we have loyalty cards.  We have been informed by our Hoy-born-brides that for every year of loyal marriage we will earn bonus points.  Our loyalty cards have been choc-a-bloc for several years.  Of course, except for that misdemeanor when D and me went AWOL in Kirkwall.  Apparently it wisnae funny. There was also an incident at Gayfield, and a day-long session in Grantown taken into consideration.

After a superb meal we were whisked home.  Driving duties meant the decanter went unfondled at Dougal’s.  On arriving home at HQ a very competent 18-year-old Balblair was sampled.

CMC played the Warsaw Concerto to help my fevered brow.