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Last night was more than a pincer movement for I was surrounded by three women fae Hoy.  They talked like speech had just been invented.  I survived; in fact I even withdrew.  Today I even had banter with another woman fae Hoy in her pop up Stromness quasi-emporium (extra).  For it was my annual shopping day.  Wind swept and damp.  Not many bipeds going about.  Davie has been naughty and is placing bids for me on some whiskies.  Stovies on departure.