A Damp Day

A pretty miserable day.  CMC took herself off to Deerness for a walk with her pals.  I went a walk around to the Fidge.  It looks like it has set in for the day.

I phoned CMC Snr and she told me she was getting ready to go and meet the Bishop.  She had the temerity to say she could not weave this into an everyday conversation.  I will pick her up post - Bishop, post-Kirk, and transport her to Creel HQ for a roast chicken dinner. 

I’m not allowed to dance for the next 18 days.  I think it’s beginning to get to me; last night I dreamt I’d forgotten how to execute my Pas de Basque.