A Bonny Day

Weed and feed and then a walk.  I phoned round suppliers for material prices now that it looks like Project X may get under way.  Ziberoonie was kept in the loop. Scallywag proved bewildering last night.  The Current Mrs Creel wants me to pass on thanks to everyone asking about her musical progress; she’s at the accordion and piano every day.  This has proved difficult for me as I have not been able to get across the Firth.

Thanks for folk asking for my mother.  She has perked up again, so much so that she phoned me to give me a bollocking.

I don’t think anyone saw the John Scofield revival coming.