I Rest my Case

Very much a panic Blip as there's no Internet in the Parish.  First thing, the Current Mrs Creel went through to Kirkwall to collect Kathleen off the Aberdeen ferry.   It had been delayed by nine hours.   The fog was so thick* in Aberdeen that she couldn't get out of the harbour.   After her tribulations K was invited to Creel HQ for dinner (which is now pending).  I therefore went and lifted some tatties and CMC harvested carrots, beetroot, onions and courgettes.  Then more hedge trimming therapy.   Those of a nervous disposition should leave the room now.  I've had ro cancel all pending dancing as I'm having real bother with my groin.  But not as in Pat McGroin.  If a battleship had been suspended in the sky today then no-one would have noticed.  The Met Office got it spot on.  So K arrived, seated herself, and l poured her a sherry.  Her phone rang and it was her daughter, her son had split his head open.  Kathleen departed and they headed for A and E.

* A candidate for Densa.