Today is officially a Scottish Holiday-extra time following the own goals of Hogmanay. But England is meant to be back at work. But we suffer from the Borders Effect whereby people on on side of the frontier take advantage of what ever is going on (or usually not going on) the other. I have no idea if Berwick Banks are open but the mail, usually sorted in Berwick (Engerland) was not delivered to Hutton (Scotland) It may be that the postie sallied forth with the best of intentions this morning from Berwick (Engerland) and was turned back at the Border by Scottish vigilantees wishing to preserve the sanctity of Caledonian Holidays uncorrupted by Sassenach interlopers. I saw no signs of road blocks or flying pickets as I returned to Scotia after a visit to Sir Morrisons (substituting for the wife who was driving the Aussies to Newcastle en route to Paris) but the action may have been all over hours before. Indeed I saw little sign of anything once I had left England. Hutton is usually deserted but this morning it seemed even emptier than empty like all the dead Whisky bottles lying outside the bottle banks near Sir Morrisons. Why not in them? Perhaps that last heave was too much for the very well hung over?
Or perhaps it is a Bottle Bank Holiday? Now why didn't I think of that?
