A Damp Cathedral

Spent the morning (yet again) trying to sort out a utility bill for the Hoy Kirk.  None of the Committee can understand why we are paying for the street lights in Cincinnati.  I’ve even been in touch with Ofgem, without the aid of Doris Stokes.  The afternoon proved to be spectacularly dismal.  Even utterly miserable, with a lot of rain.  CMC went to badminton and I went to visit my Mum.  She was just getting into bed as I arrived.  She couldn’t wait to announce that she had invited Gene Pitney to spend Christmas with her.  At long last she revealed my brother’s name is Alan.  She asked me if I’d seen my father recently (he died 24 years ago).  She then asked if I knew he now had a ‘mademoiselle’.  Enough said, in fact more than enough said.  She became more coherent when I made her a cup of tea. 
 
Yes – but could one dance to Cy Grant?