Day 4 on the Gulag

Up earlyish. Dogs fed & down to the beach to play.
Decided to start skimming the top off the track as I was getting bogged down. 
Went with friends to the cafe in Kildonan.  Its under new management  and this is their first week but oh boy do the poor staff need training.  My lasagna was good but pal sent her still frozen baked tattie back.  Several couples got fed up waiting and left. They need to up their game.
After tgat went up to Lochboisdale to change my ferry tickets.  Their printer was broken so they just crossed out the Barra departure and wrote Lochboisdale in its place!
Back down and phoned council re this stupid Short term let thingy the government requires. Honestly! They want everything  PAT tested, an electrical certificate, and ECIR and no I have no idea what that is. They also want a copy of your insurance, public liability, a floor plan!! An EPC rating, my waist and chest size and a kidney before they will issue this certificate for which I will have to sell my remaining kidney to pay. And the annoying thing is all the usual shyster landlords will either ignore this or falsify stuff to get it. 
Sparkie back to finish the towel rail.  Just the road to fix and exterior to paint and I'm sorted.
After all that palaver I took the dogs out and met the ponies and a big pig that used my wee car as a scratching post.
Dinner was Hebridean lamb chops, fried onions and mashed tatties and I invited my neighbour  so tounges will wag after seeing his van at the house. Do i care? Not a jot.