From the Porch

Scapa Flow was flat early on with plenty of wave action from mid-morning onwards.  I went to see my mother; she seemed not to realise swearing on the Sabbath is not quite seemly. 
 
My pocket money has been stopped.  The Current Mrs Creel has informed me she’s gone cashless.
 
Desmond’s epic journey has been interrupted at Lampeter.  He’s had to fly across to Hobart to unblock a drain in his twin’s house.