Mr. Mhor is inordinately fond of fruit pudding, which is a bit of a Scottish delicacy. He has gone three days now without it for his breakfast.
Personally I am not keen. Well, not for breakfast, anyway.
The Robbing Butcher has clearly got wind of the Mhors’ delight in the simple things in life. That would be breakfast, of course.
Without the RB the Mhors’ breakfast becomes mundane.
For some reason(s) unknown, the Robbing Butcher has failed to make fruit pudding for several days. Yes, he has plenty of eggs from the new hens. Yes, he has haggis and Stornoway black pudding.
He has square sausage – both the circular and the square variety. He has splendid bacon.
Why, therefore, has he failed to make any fruit pudding recently?
I will have an answer. This is unacceptable. This is insupportable. The Mhors spend a disproportionate amount of money in the RB’s shop, so they deserve a bit of fruit pudding now and again.
Or at least, Mr. Mhor does. The Mustress can live without it.