After the Storm

It rained a lot last night. I started out up with the Boss’s but as is my practise I moved downstairs sometime in the early wee hours. This is because the bedroom slowly gets warmer (nothing to do with the occupants …OK) and I prefer the cooler climes downstairs.
Just after lunch…THEIRS…The Boss remarked that he had been got at by a Canny Scot bloke whose kilt was in a twist….Err…Not sure if you can twist these….about a fruitphone and an affair with another lady of the pixels.
So throwing all thoughts of exposure to the winds The Boss and ME went exploring in the bottom of the lake, which happens to also be the top when the water is low and while I was trying to get a decent drink the fruitphone struck again.
At the very least there should be some shortbread in this.
Och aye???
Step forward a bit?