Windae

Bohemia! The Bohemian life. I tell, you, with the cauld blaw that was whistling round the buildings, that lassie shouldn't be in the skuddy. Her nips would be so hard you'd be able to hang a wet donkey jaiket on them, as Herr H once memorably stated. You can take Bohemianism too far, especially in a cold climate.
I partook in a little bit of la vie boheme masell, ce soir, mind. I was aff to meet the yachtie boys and neck a couple of beers whilst discussing our wanderings and artistic endeavours. And dredging of course. That's never far from our thoughts.
Btw, the flooring in underway! Yaaass!! Mission almost accomplished, then.