Some people sing in the shower. Not me. I recite Burns’ poetry. At least that’s what I was doing at a quarter to six this morning, as I prepare for our Burns Supper on Saturday night. It has fallen to me, once again, to give the Address to the Haggis, and while I have done it several times, each time I need to work on remembering the words once again.
I hope you’ll take some time to raise a wee dram to Robbie this week-end. To the haggis!