A Day of Rain

After a few bonny days it was ideal weather for being in the Shack.  It was no coincidence that the boys turned up, Pete didn’t show.  In a double bluff he didn’t reveal what he couldn’t show.  Frank was knackered after helping his daughter to flit.  Stuart was still in therapy after his last gig.  His band played at a concert in the Burray Hall.  Preceding them on stage was Mrs Moar and her performing dogs; she always has an ice cold bucket of water on hand.  Then a group of young lassies who displayed their highland dancing skills, there had already been a recitation, then a quick set of Scottish Country dance music.  For some reason which I’ll never be able to fathom Stuart’s band is a Hawkwind tribute band.  They went on under rehearsed.  They decided to start their first number with smoke and coloured lights.  The hall fire alarm went off.  Bairns in the first two rows thought it was all part of the act.  The janny told them to carry on.  Someone threw open the fire door and smoke drifted back on to the stage.  It was so dense that Stuart couldn’t see his effects pedals.  He stood up to look for them and fell off the stage.  Some gallous wifies at the back of the hall started calling for the bingo to commence.  One of the bairns in the front row was sick.  The next day Stuart was on the first ferry Sooth (he’d arranged it weeks ago).  A wifie he recognised said ‘I should think so.’