■ A fine fellow of my acquaintance, whose mansion is but a short jog from the Mill, was telling me about a chilly domestic incident at New Year. It was a cold and frosty morning and he was about to receive a telling off from his wife for something he had or hadn’t done.
In order to better berate her man, she went through to the bathroom to put in her false teeth. However, you’ll be glad to know he didn’t get a snappy reprimand because her wallies were frozen solid in their glass. It certainly qualified both of them for the ‘Lochaber Wallies of the Year’ title.
■ A Ballachulish reader rang up on Thursday to point out a howler in the paper. Somehow a proposed hot food takeaway had become a hot ‘foot’ takeaway’ in the text of the story. Still, I felt better on Saturday when watching the Channel 4 racing. Their turf correspondent, a calamity man if ever there was one, was giving an appreciation of a ‘Racing Lord’ after whom one of the Sandown races had been named.