On reflection, who's there? 75% only!

So, here we are, depleted. There should have been eight of us, great pals, all married forty years ago, off to celebrate together in the warmth of southern Spain. Exceedingly unfortunately, one of our number is currently ensconsed in the Western Infirmary, Edinburgh, suffering from urinary distinction, and thus cannot be with us. Still, there are sufficient piss artists in the depleted party to carry the day on Eck's behalf.