Less Money, Fewer Pounds

Spent a lovely evening at a restaurant local to her Ladyship's castle.

There was much chat about the cooking ability of men, bad grammar, blip, manual mode, downsizing, house-clearing, storage units, Gordon Brown and knitting. No stone was left unturned.

Once again, our meal was delicious, but Lady Findhorn's dish alarmed me somewhat as she seemed to have selected something from the prehistoric era. I was going to entitle this blip 'Trout' but would have hated it to have been misinterpreted.