I am starting to get ready. Last week I washed and ironed my maid’s uniform, and polished my boots, all set to be packed into my kist box.
Saturday last we celebrated a quiet Robbie Burn’s Day. A few of Heather and Rory’s friends came over for a dish of haggis and dram of whisky. Rory addressed the haggis –“fair fa’you honest, sonsie face, Great Chieftain o’ the puddin’ race! Aboon hem a’ye tak your place Painch, tripe or thaim, Weel are ye wordy o’ a Grace, As long’s my airm.” At the end of the evening we all sang “Auld Long Syne.” I wonder how long it will be until I ever sit down to a Robbie Burns dinner?
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