After this disaster with the Salmon that was sent back the whole bunch, except me, was down in the dumps, and I think it would take a long long time to outlive that one. I must say, to give Lorna her due, the hotel was beautifully run, and she herself worked like a horse, doing breakfast with me, clearing up and resetting the diningroom afterwards, then doing the rooms with Mary, then on in the kitchen while I had my rest, and nowadays she was on in the kitchen a lot over weekends, our head chef, her daughter of course always having a good reason not to come in during the afternoons for Lorna also to have a rest. So, if it wasn't a happy place, it was very well run, and sometimes I felt a bit of sympathy with my employer, specially when her hubby looked so deep into the whiskey bottle when he had to do the pub!
I went back to Hanna's party after work, and had a lovely time, dancing, joking, talking, and of course drinking! I am not in the drinking type really, but I was feeling so bad for feeling so good about the rotten Salmon, and tried to forget it by drinking too much. HA-HA!!!! Not true, I was in a party mood, and with Hanna's son Gordon plying me with drinks because according to everybody I had missed out so much on the afternoon's fun, that there biggest wish now was to make me feel happy!I also had a humongous piece of Lucia's lasagne, and it tasted devine, actually the best I had ever tasted!

It was a fantastic night, and there never was a lack of dancing partners, even if sometimes us women formed a group and danced away, the men not too steady on their legs by two in the morning! It was going for four am when I started thinking of going back, as I had to work at seven, but I could see that this was one of those parties that could and most probably would, go on for the duration of the weekend.
Bob, the village policeman who had relieved about eighty persent of the Strathyre men of their driver licences for a few years, eyed me a bitty suspiciously, and I was in a bit of a squeeze, as he was quite sober, and as ever, looking to get the drunken drivers off the roads.
I was gonna go on the small back road where no cars drive on at night, and very little during the day, and I tried to dodge the policeman's watchful eyes by working my way slowly but surely to the village shop where my little Panda was parked.
But I was not let off the hook, as he suddenly appeared next to me, and I gave a wee shriek and jumped about a meter high, but he was very kind, and on me telling him that I had to work at seven, he called his nice wife, who drove their car, and he took me and the Panda home! Phew!