Relishing Hal O'the Wynd in a black sandblast Rattray's Butcher's Boy pipe. Time flies, Suppertime already, pork chop & trimmings ordered from the head cook & bottle washer, lucky old me, (thank God for small mercies). A job available for a lady chef, cleaner & laundress, no pay, many perks of the job for the lucky lady. ( PS. Needs own car to commute to job).