After fighting for my haggis in Waitrose yesterday, our Burns Supper went off without a hitch. Mac did justice to "Chieftan o' the Puddin' Race' although he refused to wear tartan. My tartan skirt courtesy of Oxfam in Cobham was a hit, as was the frozen raspberry, custard and whisky cranachan trifle. Sadly Ed, the only real Scot in the house (born in Glasgow) had better things to do than celebrate his heritage with a bunch of old parents and their friends and went off to London for the evening with his mates to see a band. Teenagers! At least he stayed over with one of the friends and didn't expect us to turn out to drive him home in the small hours!
Three Good Things
1. Good friends round the table
2. Address to the haggis. When else does a grown man get the chance to wield a huge knife and yell "trenching your gushing entrails bright" at the top of his voice.
3. A lovely lunch with Judith and Rebecca - and finding out the difference between a monsieur and a madame.
