I do love a bit of tradition and very much looked forward to a Burns Night celebration with friends.
Neil comes from the Isle of Lewis and greeted us at his front door in full family tartan. Bagpipes wailing in the distance, the haggis was then addressed, poems shared and the merriment began.
Surely we English should have a Shakespeare Night with real ales and a beef and ale pie?
The Burns traditions, including the haggis and a sneaky cigar, agreed with me. All except for the whisky.
Being a part-time drinker I thought I’d paced myself by watering down the malt.
Sadly not enough, as it turned out.
I spent the night asleep on the bathroom floor.