Sal's been away in Aberdeen for about a week. She's unlikely to be back in Orkney for a few more days.
I'll be in Aberdeen for an hour or so on my way to England on Saturday morning so she's going to meet me off the boat and see me onto the train.
"We could have some breakfast," said Sal.
"It'd have to be on the station," said the pig "farmer".
"Oh, that'd be good, just like that film. . . Close Encounters."
I should have said something, but sometimes I just don't have the heart.