Is it me or is it Moist?

Relatively calm; the weather too.  The wind got up, all kind of places.  I was despatched to the shed in the afternoon and not by courier.   The Current Mrs Creel left me to my own devices.  Promotion at last.  The Parish foothills were covered in wet cobwebs in no time.

I have requested Rob Roy for tonight.  The pre-dance tension is palpable.

Never leave your best shoes in Wormit.