Not a good week er last week. Actually, like the curate’s egg, parts of it were excellent. Visit by His Imperial Highness Prince Akishino, an 800 person conference and a big moon.
All this made irrelevant by a very distressing accident.
The weekend turns out to be wet and windy.
What can a poor boy except to stay home, play the flute and eat?
I go to the Squid Emporium and buy a very fine squid that has been freshly pulled from the Forth.
I also have a rack of lamb.
Why am I so fat?