Since I failed miserable at producing bangers and mash on Bonfire Night, turkey on Thanksgiving and mince and tatties on St Andrew's Day, I was determined Burn's would be a success. Except tomorrow evening - the actual Burn's Nicht - we'll be travelling down the road to get Toots to her Scottish Schools swimming finals in Tollcross on Saturday, and therefore will be eating sandwiches for our tea off our laps. But then so will iChum, so tonight we joined forces and toasted the haggis a day early, complete with Burn's and Doric poems:
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| All that's left of 2kg of haggis, 2.5 kilos of tatties and twa neeps! |
For translations you can ask them yourself!
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