Gone Fishing

And so the fluffy clouds lazily glide by.  Well, what did you expect?  I’m only tentatively coming out of lockdown.
CMC was back working in the Cats Protection shop this afternoon and they had record takings for a Thursday.  They couldn’t serve folk fast enough.
Dougal was out for a fish at 5.15 p.m.; he was only out for 20 mins then headed back in.  He was out with Rod.
The raspberry cake is nearly finished.
I have had complaints from Elspeth in Pittenweem; I never mentioned her oatcakes after I gave an honourable mention to Portsoy. 
Wait ‘til we get to Bessie’s Bannocks and Bertie’s buns.  Blip will have its first police raid.
The part of IainatCreel was played by an understudy for today’s matinee performance.  IainatCreel is rusting.