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Bleeugh!! Came home on Tuesday to wet and wind and I’m wondering if I did the right thing. It doesn’t help that everyone is telling me it was lovely over Hogmanay. Actually I don’t think staying on the mainland for 3 weeks is such a good idea, the madness starts to seem more sensible, and the weather is so much more likely to get me outdoors.
Anyway, I’m back now, and my planned next trip away is looking doubtful. It took half an hour to catch up on events:- people falling out of windows, houses being sold, boats on the rocks and the West humping the East at shinty. (8 or 9 – nil I believe), although I can’t be sure as I can’t find anybody who played for the West. You would think the goal-scorers would still be bragging. I think the whole team must have been abducted by aliens.
The village is relieved to learn their water supply is now safe from terrorists. A team of three came over for a two day stay (lengthened to four because Thursday became a ferryless day) and made new hatches to the water storage tanks so now the supply can’t be tampered with. I can just see terrorist cells sitting in cramped rooms opening their ‘Atlas to Great Britain’ at random and choosing a place to target. Somehow if Arinagour got picked I think there might be a redraw. Anyhow, now it is too late. The luckless people trying to get a connection to the water supply probably don’t think this exercise was money well-spent!