MY FIDDLE-PLAYING FRIEND

K, whom I've known for 40-odd years looked in at the workshop just before I was due to knock off & we went down to the centre & ate in a Vietnamese restaurant. The food was really excellent, as was the company!

After the meal we came back to my place & shared stories, music & enough single cask malt to do the trick. K slept on my "unfold" Ikea bed & snored like a hero all night.

In the morning he went off to work happy, with a bottle of Dailuaine (Spey side) + a jar of fresh marmalade!

Grand man!