The Head Gardener

I commenced the day by being a neep.  I  went onto the Toon for a meeting.  Whilst standing waiting I read a message to say it was cancelled.  Should have checked before I left HQ.  Undeterred I bought some cat food and blue berries.  After sawing more wood and kindlers, I was under the direct supervision of the Head Gardener.  It’s been a biting sooth-east wind.  The Head Gardener is taking me for a night oot, to the previously postponed Flotta Burns Supper.  I’m not so keen but I know what’s good for me.  The boat back will get us to Houton Pier about 02.20hrs.  The Current Mrs Creel informs me we got engaged on Valentine’s Day 49 years ago.  A PB for me.
 
Richard Sinclair is  76