Day Fifty

Furrgus 

It was Monday so it was back to work for everyone .

Well except for the contentedly retired Mr. T.

Zita drove Niamh to her early class and then took herself downtown as she had to be there today.

There were to be packages upon packages delivered for their extravaganza.

And someone had to be there to sign the papers. And this time it was Zita.

Craig did not have a sleep in today so we were still out when he awakened.

And was into his second coffee when we had finished our morning patrol. 

And filled ourselves up with lots of home fried potatoes at the Wild Oat. 

We had rather hoped for warmer weather but unfortunately to no avail. 

But the wind had died down a little bit, so we did not need our down waistcoats today. 

So we had a relaxing afternoon, catching up on our retirement paperwork. 

But now The Bank of Scotland is making a fuss about having to store the sovereigns. 

A long while back Dugal found some obscure codicil allowing members of the Lords to receive all remuneration in gold sovereigns.

Apparently it will take an act of Parliament to change this. 

Considering the state of the Sasanach’s Parliament we have no worries. 

But Cousin Morag has had the strong room at the castle “improved” in case we need to move our holdings to an unregulated environment. 

Always thinking ahead is our Morag. Thank goodness. 

It was a very dull, dreary and blustery afternoon so we limited our excursions to the necessary. 

Reminded me of the Western Isles on a good day. 

I am afraid the young ladies at Ichiban will wonder what happened to us. My goodness. 

But as the stereo contented itself with cello music this afternoon we, after the struggles with the Home Office had a refreshing nap.

But then the Christmas lights sprung into life, all by themselves and awakened me. 

And not too long later Zita returned and she accompanied us on our before dinner look about.

She thought the fresh air would clear her mind of all the work preoccupations. 

So we just chatted about the best places for an early breakfast. 

Something in which we are acquiring some expertise.