The Lochan

It has come to my notice recently that the Current Mrs Creel has started reading my Blips, and not just to find out where I’ve been.  So, pre-Noel, I cannot share with you the happenings early morning in a very weel kent Kirkwall Emporium (one of Tweedy’s haunts).  I had a personal shopper, it was purely coincidental that CMC’s sister witnessed everything that went on.  And she wasn’t the personal shopper.  After all of the excitement I went along and joined in Desdemona’s Lesbian Dance Class in the Town Hall.  We did the Broadway Quickstep and the Miramar Tango.  To comply with terms and conditions I had to wear my Turkish slippers and smoke a pipe. 
 
Later, after CMC had treated me to lunch in Tankerness, my Mum brought me up to speed with events in the Care Home.  Included was a mention of Gareth and his trumpet; she confirmed he hasn’t got a zebra.  She asked me if I was still looking after my ‘Lenny the Lion’  Annual. 
 
As a parting shot my Mum passed me a stamped envelope and asked me if I’d post it for her.  I didn’t like to mention it but I checked the address to work out if it would reach its recipient in time.  She had addressed it to herself.  I showed her.  She thought it was very risible.  But she still asked me to post it !!
 
Be warned – this coming Saturday will be pandemonium in the John O’Groats Toy Shop.