Hard at it....................

As Iain@Creel imbibers realise, every Thursday the Current Mrs Creel is away all day.  That doesn’t mean I am officially in control.  Oh no.  Once she had departed, I did my list of designated chores, for it would have been patently mad not to.  I also closed up the polycrub for is meant to be draughty the morn, I then walked up to the village to the Kirk café to get the Orcadian and have a cuppa in the café*.  It’s a good time of year to be out and about for there is little chance of being bitten by a tourist.  Geordie had saved me a seat, Big Hector wasn’t present, Eleanor was.  The stewards were momentarily busy dealing with the arrival of a coach fae Falkirk.  They’d only stopped for directions, but they all came in for tea.  Eoin and Rosie were both present and they are building up to cycling across Scotland from coast to coast then on to Ireland.  Topics of the day included: the deprecation of handwriting standards,  Bernard is still on his retreat in Llandrindod Wells (Bernard Hill has vacated his wardrobe), the cancellation of tomorrow night’s Flotta Burns Supper; (plenty of tickets sold but the launch won’t be able to berth in predicated winds)’ Fletts’ v Williamsons’ haggis.  Two cups were cowped when Geordie mentioned he’s seen Rubber Arse coming out of the Kirkwall Health Centre.  Just don’t ask.  
Dan entered in a terrible mood so Susie (the wife who dishes oot the brew) thought it pragmatic to put some mood music on.  I met Old Ken (89) on the road home taking a walk.  He’s an example to us all.  Last year he had so many health problems and many journeys up and doon tae Aberdeen.  But fair play to him, he’s now doing so well.  He has the realisation he has to get out and walk.  He would put many a younger person to shame
 
*I even forgot to pay for my tea !  I blame the Beverley Sisters.