The note said: DR. SUTHERLAND GO HOME. A SHEEP HAS ESCAPED.
“I’d better go,” said your great grandfather.
“Ronald, I am absolutely furious about this,” said your great grandmother. “Sheep are for vets. You’re not a vet. Really, what next….?”
But when they came round the corner into Princes Street – what a sight!
There was the Fish and Chip Van across the middle of the road. There were the fish and chips, what was left of them, on the road.
There were the collie dogs running around chasing each other and
fighting over left-over fish bits. There was Big Jock sitting outside the Station Hotel on a heap of collapsed bagpipes he was using for a cushion because his bum was sore. There was the collie dog called Fly being carried out in his owner’s arms, sound asleep and snoring after swallowing beer.
There were the MacDonald brothers who had made up after their fight and had their arms around each other, saying, “I’m sorry, Donnie, it was my fault.” “No, Ian, it was my fault.” And soon they looked as if they were going to have another fight about whose fault it was.
Finally, out of the Station Hotel Bar came Duncan with Daphne. He had taken his tie off and put it around Daphne’s neck as a lead.
Your great grandmother knew at once what had to be done.
“Willie and Johnny MacFee, you must make everybody a cup of tea,” she said. (The Thurso Fish and Chip Van also sold tea and chocolate biscuits.)
“Anyone who has suffered an injury must go at once to the surgery in Dr. Sutherland’s house at 55 Princes Street,” she said.
So your great grandfather put an elastoplast dressing on Big Jock’s bum and saw two other farmers who had fallen off stools in the commotion in the Station Hotel Bar. He told the fat red-faced auctioneer, “You’re too fat to be running down Princes Street. Lose ten pounds!”
MEANWHILE: Duncan drove home to Shebster with Daphne in the back seat. (The fat, red-faced auctioneer had said to Duncan, “I never want to see that sheep again. Don’t ever bring her back to Thurso!”)
MEANWHILE Alexander, Ron Junior and Camilla and Lassie and Simon (but not PUM) all got out of bed and helped serve tea or just ran around, enjoying the fun.
MEANWHILE your great grandfather was wondering, “How DID that film end…?”
And that was what happened one Saturday night in Thurso, long ago.
Oh, and one other thing.
Your great grandmother said, “From now on we’re going to Edinburgh for two weeks every summer so your poor father can get a rest.”
But that’s another story.
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