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On Coll there seem to be only two seasons, and I'm not sure if this is due to not having trees, or because the ferry timetable only has two seasons. However, Saturday is officially the first day of winter, and although we get a boat on Sunday until Christmas, Monday, Wednesday and Friday are now designated quiet days. When we first moved here someone said how nice it was when the boats changed, and now I know exactly what they meant.
Trainee chef is back for a week. I think it was supposed to be a holiday but we soon got him back in harness, so his bar tab is covered. He has had to learn a lot of French at chef school, because he keeps thinking he is about to be taught something new, and then discovers he knew the process, but didn't know the posh term for it. So I now know cartouche is the posh name for the bit of paper you line a baking tin with. It was his twin brother's birthday on Wednesday, so Happy Birthday Marc.
I read in the Oban Times there is a new Chief Police Inspector, and as part of his 'meet the people' campaign he came to Coll. I wonder if he came here early because it was a cushy trip, or if he thinks our quiet still waters are hiding something. He was trying to talk our young men into going to Las Vegas and getting married. And then who would I ogle at from behind the bar? I'm getting too old to find the older man as attractive as they used to be!