Suppertime

Out again. Freedom and whisky gang thegither, do they not. An invitation from Long Juan of Fountainhall Road to attend a supper, accompanied by speeches, toasts, songs and music in honour of the National Poet, at his residence in Edinburgh. So I spent a bit of the afternoon peeling and scraping, and then bearding he mussels. Och what fun. And then I'd to lay a fire - and finally take a shot while he still fussed round his kitchen.
And a fine evening it was. Many thanks to MsC who turned up with her accordion. The party was soon in full swing.
And this time, the drinking was kept well within limits. I could still speak!