The message
from Grumach Macabre of Auchterloonie
contains these words:

unless you grow the melons yourself, and up in Caithness this
year they might be of a comparative size to yer martyrs innit.

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The melings didn't even grow LAST year - and that was a better year all round.

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Cheers,
Compo - Nothing ventured, nothing failed. (Ian Dury)