To a Haggis

Funny sort of day:
There some annoying wee cad favours to get off the desk first thing
then I made a tender visit to a site quite close to home mid morning-early afternoon.
Rather than an email I sometimes think the brief should be delivered as a self destructing cassette tape. You get to play it once and the introduction goes; “Your mission, should you decide to accept it…….”
I hope you realised that was a reference to Mission Impossible.
Much of the difficulty in this project only became apparent upon seeing it for myself. Don’t get me wrong there is nothing really onerous about the exercise but the area of interest is up a hill in the middle of woodland with a lot of wind fallen timber (50 minutes walk empty handed) and we would have to carry mountains of heavy kit in and out each day. I have estimated that because we could only carry one item at a time through the assault course of fallen timber we would be lucky to get two hours of actual work done each day. So it will take a week to do a day’s work.
A visit to a dietician had been suggested to me a while back following bouts of indigestion. The appointment was today. Funnily enough I didn’t have to wait long to get a slot after making the enquiry. I checked in at the desk and was told to take a seat and the lady would call me through in a few minutes. I was the only one in a spacious seating area. The lady, who I thought must be the dietician, appeared at the end of the corridor looking on to the seating. She stood and cast an eye over the assembled queue (just me) and she sort of turned to walk away then turned back and curiously, tentatively called my name.
I said “Aye, that’s me”. She explained that she had expected someone “bigger”. She was extremely professional and helpful and checked my homework diary. Did I exercise daily? “Aye”. Her conclusion was that I was eating all the right things, low fat, plenty fruit and veg, though I had been very honest about my whisky consumption (in the diary) at the recent Burns Night. This led to a slight digression where it became apparent we had a mutual friend. That’s Fort William for you and the title above is an oblique reference to the man who performed the address on the night, our mutual friend.
Before coming home I popped to the chemist for charcoal tablets (I had never heard of them before); that was the only immediate suggestion.