Birthday Girl

Unusually yesterday afternoon, when the drink was in the wit was still in.  On the way home in the evening cocooned in our luxurious limo (driven by a Kirkwall postie) I pondered that we’d had three meals and five drams each.  I’d paid and left.  I showed the Current Mrs Creel the receipt, and she said ‘You neep.  The beuy overcharged you – by £70.”  I went in past today and the beuy who served us gave me the refund in very poor grace.  It will be raised with the CEO when he gets back fae Italy.  I also went to get a weekend paper to find out there’s no papers for the fifth consecutive weekend. 
 
None of this perturbed my mother who was just preparing to get ready for her trapeze as part of her birthday party piece.  She was sporting odd slippers, but spoke about her time on tour with Wilson, Keppel and Betty and a novelty dog act (complete with bucket of cold water).  We also spoke to Betty Fraser in the Care Home who has gone one better and is 95 today.  CMC made a life enhancing cake which was shared amongst many of the residents.
 
The answers to last weekend’s teasers were:
a)       Basking shark
b)      Interlocking underpants
c)       Grimsby
d)      The visit to Tonypandy by Little Tich