White Glen Again

A  very haary start – couldn’t even see the Current Mrs Creel in bed – until I displayed my sidelights.  I ran CMC across to catch the Hoy ferry.  I then proceeded to Dounby (via Fletts) to visit my Mum in the care home.  She had nothing to report – despite her exclusive, very well supported, visit to Inverness.  So, undaunted, but slightly wiser, I returned to HQ.  I had a delightful time trying to engage with a high street bank (do High Streets exist as an entity anymore?) in trying to set up a Business Account.  It was going relatively well until we went on holiday.  I crossed to Hoy to give support at tonight’s event in the Kirk.  Polis are already out on horseback controlling the queue from Hoy Pier to the Kirk.  It’s a sparkling end to the afternoon. 
 
Leo O’Kelly is 74.  I didn’t send him a card.