In our first week in Aberdeen we went to a Burn’s night at the golf club. The Haggis was piped, then addressed. There was also a recital of the wee timorous beastie. Mrs Hobbit thought we’d landed on the moon. I got most of it but had been to a number of Burn’s nights.
And in similar vein I love singing the whole of Auld Land Syne to the old tune…it’s a lot, lot more than a drunken raucous muddle at the end of an evening.
Phone call from my consultant after recent CT scan and bloods. Have come back as normal so that's 5 years all clear. One minor procedure to go in November.