"recovering from Burns supper - haggis, mashed neeps, tatties, whisky, crannachan, whksiy, pomes, hiskwe, snore"
This morning I woke to thick fog ... was it a hangover?? No, it was thick fog!
Wherever you are, if you joined in the 250th birthday celebrations for Rabbie, then sending a hug and a virtual asprin!
xxx
1 comment:
there's nothing quite like poetry and haggis is there?
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