A Sylvan Stravaig

CMC and Karen went for a walk, as ever I was asked to follow fifty paces behind.

Then a thrilling day in Kirkwall picking up logs, coal, gutter brackets and chicken pellets.

I’ve lodged a complaint with the Post Office because the postman delivered yet another bottle of whisky today.

I wonder if the Blip Inversnecky correspondent can report if there a plaque in Inverness to Elspet Gray?