Dounby on a Wet Day

Well the last of the paparazzi have just left and the caterers have loaded the last of the chandeliers into the wagon after yesterday’s Blip Party.  So thank you to all attendees.  The Current Mrs Creel has always thought (at any given minute) that I should not be encouraged.

Dougal and me thought that today would be a good day to take out our wimmin fowk for lunch at the Merkister.  So we did.  Although the decision was partly driven by the fact that CMC still hasn’t dismantled her trampoline in the kitchen.*

It’s really been makan weet today – so much rain that we could have paddled to Harray.

In discussion over lunch with Dougal he mentioned: the time he was posted to Tanganyika, Jayne Mansfield’s cleavage (well it was a Tuesday), Ross County’s youth policy, Chris McGroarty and Max Hastings.

We both had the haddock.  

We asked for chips and the ladies tut-tutted.

Everyone who looks at the above image can save upwards of £600.  This will save you the bother of having to travel to see whit like a wet day in Dounby is.

NB: For any anthropologists reading it should be noted CMC’s nephew works in the Dounby Co-op.

*No reference to Flying Burritos intended.