Approaching Houton

Sick of being entertained, we are eating chez nous tonight.  I’ve made a bake, to be served with a salad and beetroot chutney.  Meantime CMC’s cousin appeared mid-morning, for a download on steroids, and to deliver the family Bible from Rackwick.  I knew what was good for me and I drove up to the Kirk to get milk off Caroline before she popped in for a prayer to the patron saint of mackerels.  Before going out to Blip I then deployed my safety net and took with me a street map of Cruden Bay; where else ?  I then tidied the Shack after yesterday’s aural delights.  The by-roads are still awfie skitey but it’s getting a slow shift. 
 
Jonathan Meades is approaching 78.