Night draws in

Dougal hasn’t featured recently. Today we took our wimmin fowk for lunch in Evie.  We couldn’t understand the incessant rattle in the back of the car.  They seemed oblivious of the years of uxoriousness that we have dwelt in (40 years + for both of us).

Back at Dougal’s I became reacquainted with a 10 yr old Glenmorangie which I hadn’t tasted for absolutely decades.  It used to be part of the staple diet in the Brig Bar (Eberdeen) and Peep Peep’s Art Gallery (ditto).

Mid afternoon the mither wit kicked in and we were separated.  I came home and planted two ‘Brookside’ geraniums.

As I sign off I find myself wondering just exactly who is the world authority on camel diseases.