I finally got my husband to wear a skirt

It’s Burns Night tonight which is an annual celebration of the Scottish poet, Robert Burns. I think it’s traditionally called a Burns Supper but we’ve never been to one before so we were not 100% sure what’s meant to happen. However, we have an Australian visitor joining us for the weekend so we did some research on YouTube and Google as we wanted her to experience a bit of Scottish culture. We served haggis (vegetarian of course), read poetry, and drank whisky. We think that’s what you’re meant to do.

Daniel carried the haggis into the dining room against a background of bagpipe music.


By a stroke of good luck, I happened to walk past a charity shop in Aberdeen this morning and found a man’s kilt, shirt, and jacket. They fit Ben perfectly. The kilt is beautiful and is very heavy with deep pleats. You can pay hundreds and hundreds of pounds for an authentic kilt like this but it was only £45 at the charity shop. I’ve been suggesting to Ben he gets a kilt for years and he’s never shown much interest but I think it suited him and complemented his excellent reading of Address to a Haggis very nicely.


I read the vegetarian version which is very good. I’ll paste the text at the end.


Elizabeth very expressively recited The Banks O’ Doon with a cute Scottish accent.


We had a clootie dumpling with custard for pudding.

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And got a family pic of us all in tartan.

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Earlier today we took our Aussie visitor for a cycle along the bike path followed by lunch at Newton Dee; one of my favourite things to do. I think she enjoyed it.

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Ode To A Vegetarian Haggis
Tim Dalling January 1993

Oh vegetarian haggis whit a view
Thou glorious, steaming bag of veggie goo
No one could ever say that you
Dish death to beasts,
Not a single murdered chicken, pig or coo
Taints your braw feasts.

But noble pud you must ignore the taunting bores
From meaty Caledonia’s shores,
The moaning bloody carnivores
Who think you need
To slaughter sheep in scores
To have good feed.

Thy beauteous form can satisfy
The keenest neb or mouth or eye,
Wi’ as braw’ a meal as ane could buy
Pulse, veg and spice
And ev’n sheep eaters that dare to try
Say Oh it’s nice!

So stuff the purists and their cries of sin
Let’s split this pudding, serve and shovel it in,
And what the hell if it’s wee skin
A humble plastic bag is.
Let’s drink a toast and we’ll begin
The vegetarian haggis.