Victoria Street - Stromness

In news that you certainly won’t see mentioned by Reuters, I have finished taking down the dyke.  In the afternoon I had to attend a formal assessment of my mother’s care support.

I have received a yellow card because I managed to get humus on the tea cosy.  Honestly – I don’t know what I was thinking about.  I can understand French mustard on a place mat but, this time, I think I’ve pushed things too far.

I’m not even sure that Paul’s carrier pigeons could have handled this.
Although I paused mid-afternoon, the Current Mrs Creel didn’t call me in for a pre-poured dram.  Wednesday should have been Clynelish day.

Pete Brown is 80.  Piblokto in birthday cake sighting.