Palace Road, Kirkwall

I awoke, in pitch blackness, but could hear the Current Mrs Creel pulling on her rubber boots.  The next thing I heard was a dull hammering, sawing, more hammering, a fork lift delivering planks.  Supping my porridge I knew I’d have to enquire.  CMC indicated she was building an ark to get into Kirkwall.  And quite right too as the amount of standing water around Creel HQ was hardly credible.  And it was on until we got home from dancing in the Toon Hall.  Things were a bit fraught as the ark didn’t have any indicators.  Dance of the day was Midnight Oil.
CMC made a new batch of cheese scones so I went in past Davie and he was pleased to see them.  We chatted and listened to harpsichord music, then some subliminal Aerial Boundaries by Michael Hedges.  He’s had some more blood tests and is hoping he’ll be allowed back onto his chemo this weekend.  His horizons have certainly changed.  He was happy to report he’d had a morning visit from  the podiatrist.  Think of this:  he’s felt absolutely nothing below chest level for 18 months.  Bit of a conversation stopper.