The Hoy Road Goes ever on....

Surprisingly, after last night's whisky tasting, l awoke like a startled ocelot.  And acted like one.  Wisely, CMC told me l would pay for it later - she was so right.  It must be recorded that amongst all the heavy weight Speysiders, Highlanders etc, that a cheeky sweet and young Knockando was the pick of the evening.  Prior to dancing we picked up Karen from the body repair shop.  Sue then delivered her to Kirwall airport.  If only she hadn't received a copy of 'Plane Spotting in Orkney' for her birthday.  Speaking of pet shops (do they need saucers of milk?) in other newts Bernard has indicated that he will be picking up where he left off with Big Nelly.  He said he feels ecstatic climbing into a bed with fresh sheets.  But who doesn't?