A Blustery Day in Orcadia

The wind got up. A hailey shooer. I collected my mother from Stromness for a gathering of the clan at HQ. The Current Mrs Creel provided a full catering service. I will receive the invoice soon. I had a Milsean forced on me.

Arrangements were made for a whisky tasting next weekend.

Despite trawling all resources I can find no record of Malcolm Muggeridge thought about Pet Clark.