With Apologies to the Lord Provost of Braco

A whole morning of laboriously wading through treacle.  Tried to deal with claim from HMRC indicating the Hoy Kirk owes Corporation Tax!  Then tried to unravel the inner mysteries of opening a bank account for the Kirk by engaging with a robot.  Being a charity the Kirk has never paid water rates, therefore it comes as no revelation that a claim has been submitted to us indicating we will be taken to court if we don’t cough up.  If ever there was a case for returning, post haste, to Blairgowrie.  Or, in fact, anywhere.  The only antidote was to trim the hedge and wait for the haar to clear, for we are able to slice it at the moment.  Haar hasn’t cleared – we have been entrapped in a day-long large box of cotton wool, not able to see across the dyke. 
 
Roger McGough is 86