Burns night

I haven't blogged about Burns night for years: https://ejh2.blogspot.com/2009/01/burns-night-nanna.html

Burns night each January - it's an excuse for me to get me a haggis. However, haggis is too peppery for me unless I have bland neeps with it. I may or may not have mash - I often have no potatoes in the house because I rarely eat them.  We used to go round our neighbours on Burns night because she was Scottish and would encourage the celebration. But I don't remember any such BN parties here where I live now.

However, son and DiL get the chance to go to their club to celebrate each year. As far as I can see, it's one of the rare evenings they go out together, so I happily babysit their two bairns. They come back v late - I suspect Scottish whiskey has been drunk. This year son got to read a Robbie Burns poem, "For a' that" to the assembled club members. He'd had time to practise its rhythm and pronounciation this year so was confident. I think he enjoyed the performance. DiL enjoyed the company - she's sociable. They got home rather late but the bairns had gone to sleep hours earlier and all was quite quiet and I drove home along an almost empty A road.