The News over a Cuppa

Well, who would have thought it?  Fairly caught me on the back foot; on entering the kitchen there are the two sisters sitting at the kitchen table* plotting.  I tried to act natural and not make eye contact but who was I kidding?  The outcome is that Ziberoonie and me are taking the white van across to Hoy with more building materials, and furniture.  Can anyone recommend a union I can join?   It seems incidental to mention today’s heavy shoo’ers which meant I was under her feet all day.  It’s dancing tonight so later I’ll be on her feet.

*the very table Beryl Bainbridge chased me round two nights ago. (Last night it was Tam Dalyell’s aunty).   The old Lemsips certainly offer good entertainment value if snorted a box at a time.