One Dog and his Man

Quite a ra’ day.  Into Kirkwall for an MOT and oil change.  I also took the car.  Just a message to Blipper Robina to say that last night, at Heatherdale Dancing, we danced:  The Huntsman, Dancing Master, Father Connolly’s Jig and The Restless Ghost.  Bunty reversed over the neighbours’ lawn – even wi’oot her car.
Before departing for Kirkwall today I was blindsided by the Current Mrs Creel and inveigled into an Emergency Executive Committee Meeting.  The minutes were taken by CMC and forwarded to the UN.  Apparently, it was resolved that:

I will remove my waders at the breakfast table.
CMC will cease wearing full hunting pink in bed.
After January’s failed marmalade making, next year I will try piccalilli (substitute cauliflower for Sevilles).
No further mention will be made of Brenda and the local butcher (Hairy Angus).
 
Tonight I host the twice postponed Parish Whisky Tasting.
 
Did Gilbert Lawford Dalton and Alf Tupper train together ?