Pie referendum

Last week wasn’t bad. That Nicola Sturgeon called in, out on her campaign trail for her independence poll. It’s all very well, I told her, but what about the price of sugar? Asda says the prices will go up and who am I to question it? On the other hand she bought a pot of my finest and insisted on squeezing the teabags herself when it was well brewed. I could like a woman like that. No nonsense. Even paid for it with cash.

Gave the plumber a piece of my mind. That third cubicle has been blocked for weeks and in the end I fished about in there myself and found a roll of duct tape around the bend. I know it was him from that last time but he denies it. Next time I’ll be getting young Davy down for the pipes and never mind the boss man.

Fine batch of date scones in from Forsyth’s on Tuesday and they were all sold out by Friday lunchtime. Bus load from Edinburgh did all the charity shops by 11.30 and called in for tea and cakes. Lucky I had a few fruit slices in the back of the fridge for the Friday afternoon regulars. The two from the Council don’t like those “fly cemeteries” but I told them it’s that or nothing and they took them.

Did my own wee referendum of the regulars and it looks like pies are back on the menu for Tuesday and Friday lunches. Asked Ms Sturgeon for her view and she said you can’t beat a pie in a roll with salt and sauce in front of the TV on a Saturday night. If that’s what independence looks like, it’s got my vote.