Fin de siècle

I’m having a whale of a time. Herman Melville isn’t in it.  The Current Mrs Creel is away across competing in the Hoy Half Marathon.  I’ve just found the purportedly ‘well-hidden’ bottle of gin.  I have to meet CMC at the Stromness Pierhead and then take her dancing.  Meantime I plan to have two G and Ts and then go and clean out the neighbours hens for them.  My Careers Guidance Teacher never warned me about any of this.  I blame sweet rationing.