JM, me old eyeballs might be a might blurred from Mr. MacAllans famous Grouse, but any answer at this hour is appreciated. Simply one of those nights, when sleep can be forgotten, and the shirt gets changed many times 'cause of sweat...and herself says "ain't the new couch comfy? Wouldn't you like that?"
She doesn't seem(!) to mind that the new leather couch reeks of fear in the morning...
Maybe Tess has been merely adrift
as the wind might be blowin' and his pleats might not be aligned? Them Scots hate
having their pleats out 'o whack.