Gently purring.....

Today started benignly; gently sliding towards a mini maelstrom.   I wrote a proposal for the Hoy Kirk with input from our Heritage Officer (online) and CMC.  Earlier in daylight hours the rain gauge left in a taxi leaving no forwarding address; it’s probably related to Lady Bracknell.  Bibs chose to have an indoor hobbies day.  She hankers for the days of Blue Peter – especially avuncular Tony Hart.  I only wish I’d done the same.  I have resorted to trying, once again, to listen to Oregon.  Despite individual members having such good CVs, I have never been able to connect with them.  To my untrained ear it suggests the middle class, in  Montreal. surrounded by Habitat furniture.  Also it reminds me why I was unsuccessful in my interview to be the music critic for Trombone Weakly.  Scullion sent a WhatsApp to say there’s been no simpering today – better news than expected.