The Herd Wakes Up

Saturday morning arrives and my list of jobs is suspended.  Bliss.  Then folk arrived at the door asking directions to Stirling, such temerity. The Current Mrs Creel couldn’t help herself and, a while later, put some soup and scones on the table for them.

After a thorough debriefing it transpires that one of them is Blipper Tweedy, accompanied, not on second box, but by ‘lapsed’ Blipper Cameraman.  Honestly, you’re hardly safe in your own hoose.  After we threatened to call the bobbies, they retreated but pressed some very welcome Deanston on CMC.  Will Fray Bentos pies ever make a comeback?  Will we all meet up in Foula? 

Will Harry ever leave home again?

It’s Leo Kottke’s birthday next week.