A ceilidh. Not Strictly Come Dancing

On Saturday we had a great ceilidh in the village hall, the occasion was to celebrate the retirement of Duncan and Sandra McDougal who had been the proprietors of the Tayinloan post office for the past thirty odd years. Duncan and Sandra have been the Islands life line all those years, delivering news papers, mails, bread and milk every morning to the ferry.

All our parcels, other than mail parcels were left at Tayinloan, when I say parcels the item could be anything from a pack of CDs to fridge, washing machine, or house furniture.  The same service is still being given to the Island by the new owners, but it was nice to have a excuse for a dram or two, I was just getting the hang of the eating and drinking when some daft bugger said it was time to clear the hall for the next event, which was a whist drive that night, I was in no state to go whist driving, so it was a night in, a lovely log fire, soft lights and sweet music, none of this Strictly Come Dancing crap. How people can be taken in by watching such a poor show I will never know. I have only seen it once, and that was forced on me by Rona and Hamish when they stayed last week end. Next time they come to stay I’m going to put the TV in the shed and they can go and watch it there, just had a thought the cat lives in the shed at night, poor little sod.