Feeling that there was, after all, some sense to be made to the recent events I returned to my room feeling refreshed and checked my To Do list.

My eyebrows rose when I saw that the scheduled breakfast for the next day included porridge. Everyone had checked the honey with almonds sauce. Not one wanted the other option of strawberry puree.

I scrolled through the proposed dishes for the rest of the day as I noted down those items I would have to prepare. It is useful to be able to use both hands fairly equally, so my PC is set up as for a right handed person but with a clear area to the left for making notes by hand.

Something about that thought bothered me, but there was work to do, so I closed down the PC for the night and went to attend to the animals and check the greenhouses.

It was simply a matter of checking that all was well, and that the flocks had settled down for the night. The lighting had dimmed, but with my excellent night vision I had no trouble making my way through the buildings.

One of the rabbits was still out and about. I vaulted the wall and went over to inspect it. The animals have no fear of me, so I was able to pick it up and carry it to the roof of the hutch which serves as an inspection table. I ran my hands over its long white silky fur, felt its limbs and paws and found that it had damaged a claw. I carried it to the first aid box, cleaned and taped the little wound, then returned it to its pen. After a few hesitant hops it suddenly lept into the air, scampered a couple of circuits of the pen and vanished into the hutch. Nothing else delayed my rounds, but when I returned to the House I saw that I was required in the infirmary.

I canceled the notice board display and went as quickly as I could to find out what had happened.

I found Mister Brown and a couple of the stewards waiting outside the curtained cubicle.

'Matron?' I enquired, and she emerged a few seconds later.
''Its Ian McGreagor, heat exhaustion. Dancing in all that heavy clothing, so I'm not surprised.'
'How is he?'
'Still away with the fairies, though that is fairly normal for him.'
Mister Brown came up looking pale and drawn.
'May I see him?'
'Just a peep - '
Matron drew aside the curtains, and there was The McGeek looking pale and drawn too. He did turn his head and raise a hand before the curtain was dropped.
'I'll be with you in a moment,' said the Matron and went back inside.
'Have I been silly?' I enquired, 'is Ian another of your offspring?'
He nodded.
'And you walked in because you know the way to get down to the village pub through the back gate.'
'I was based here for six months when I went from cook to chef.'
'So Ian does have a military background.'
'His mother's father was a Major, his mother liked profiteroles.'
I gave him a hard look. He shrugged and smiled engagingly.
'So why is everyone suddenly wearing kilt-ish clothing?'
'Ian thought it would be a good idea. I used your PC to send out the notice that there was to be a kilt theme to the disco.'
'I see.' I said dryly. That's why you were surprised when I had my knife in my left hand, I thought. 'To take my mind off something else?'
He pursed his lips and looked away, leaving me to draw my own conclusions.