Burns night +1

I still wasn't feeling well last night and Daddy had to take Gran and Great Aunt Viv to a concert, so we postponed our Burns Supper until tonight. I don't think my voice will last through a poetry reading so, instead, I've decided to help deal with ... you've guessed it ... the Great chieftain o' the pudding-race!


"Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run."

(Robert Burns - from My Luve is like a Red Red Rose)