A Damp Day in Orkney

It had to happen, and it did.  My SD card seems to have wiped itself, probably without using a mirror too.  So, as per, you’ll have to make do with a bog standard Gov’t issue of Kirkwall waterfront in a shower.  Attended dancing this morning.  It was good to dance with CMC because a) she’s on castors b) we never dance together in Scottish Country dancing (Monday) because she has to be a man.  Although she never smokes a pipe. I do my best.  Today there was plenty of ballroom and nothing at all to do with my XXL underpants, accidentally bought when last in Inversnecky.  After lunch we received a visit from the Wallaces, residents of Lancaster.   They used to rent our flat and have stayed in touch.  Caroline came along so I could give her a list of recommended reading.  She was glad to hear of Betsy Whyte but she demurred on Tony Judt.