Up the Khyber

There was collective bad dancing in the Toon Hall earlier today.  The teacher, normally a pillar of patience, even started swearing.  I still get cold sweats thinking about it.  After terpsichorean terrors we got some fuel and logs and met Christine outside HIS.  Went along to Stromness to visit Harvey and, although the TV was on, we couldn’t find him.  You should all remember that the Khyber Pass offers a fine short cut from Springfield down into Dundas Street.  My s-i-l arrived for tea and is now having a thorough debriefing with CMC.  All is not as we were led to believe with the Tullochs.    It’s hardly safe to leave the croft.