From the Kitchen Window

CMC thought that, once  again, Janice Galloway’s husband is spending the evening with me in the Bothy.  Only the second time I’ve had writer’s bloke.

CMC was through in Kirkwall for the afternoon and met Phyllida and the triplets; they are making good progress.  Meantime I basked in my hammock, had a shot in a deckchair, sipped an ice-chilled cocktail and organised Scullion to press my simit.  Earlier that same day I struggled with the midges as I put some filler on a rear window. 

We just caught a glimpse of Caithness – but not the Thurso chipper.
I invited my s-i-l round for tea, which I cooked whilst CMC was in the toon.  Who said delegation was dead?  Probably Peggy Mount.

Clearing later.