Over a hundred years ago, an English ship's engineer knocked on the door of a Glasgow house, where its owner, a Miss Maggie Bowman took paying guests, and for the last ten years had provided a home for her cousin's granddaughter. That wee Scottish lass married that young English engineer, becoming my grandparents. If we'd not been united countries, would they ever have met? Would I be?
I'm so glad we're staying united because we've done so much together, economically, in sport, in academia, and socially. Why oh why have our English politicians been acting like this was an abusive relationship promising to stop beating up the minor partner and to behave better? This was an opportunity to renew the courtship.
Here's the Donald tartan tam o'shanter my lovely Scottish born neighbour gave me years ago.
