The good news is that Eric has found his teeth .. in a bag of potatoes! Quite how they got there - or indeed how they dropped into the bag unnoticed by Eric - is unclear, but I have a suspicion that whisky and a lengthy round of First Footing visits may have played a large part. Apparently he spent all day yesterday spring cleaning his house, turning everything inside out until eventually he found them in a cupboard, in the potato bag.
The bad news is that today I am starting to pack up as I leave on Wednesday. My golf clubs and shoes have been cleaned to satisfy the most pernickety of quarantine inspectors. Now all that remains is to sort through the detritus of 10 weeks, chuck the rubbish and work out how to cram what remains into three cases and a 32 kilo luggage allowance - which I think will keep me fairly pre-occupied over the next couple of days as I seem to have accumulated a mountain of new possessions: warm clothes, knitting bag, fur coat, sporran, bird feeder etc etc etc.
I was finally able get my car out this morning, albeit with Gordon giving it several hefty shoves to get over the snow. I collected my last Sunday paper from the shop and then drove over to Bruar, marvelling at the vast expanse of pure white moors with nary a footprint or tyre track to be seen, from which I always half expect to see a mad Heathcliff-like figure stagger out of the wilderness. All I encountered were a few deer, sheep buried up to their tummies, an abandoned car and a half-built igloo.
I am also in a race against time to complete my Beatrix Potter jigsaw, which I have promised to give to Gilmour. Even though the subject matter may be a bit effete for him, I figure that it is solving the puzzle that's the challenge, rather than niggling about the colour of Mrs Tiggy Winkle's apron. His wife gave him a jigsaw mat for Christmas, which enables him to roll up his puzzle mid-completion and put it away, so at least if guests turn up unexpectedly he can hide away his predeliction for Peter Rabbit and Jemina Puddleduck, thus sparing his blushes.
The mat sounds a somewhat better solution than my makeshift tray, formed from an Amazon.co.uk box:
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