A Haggis Is 4 Life, Not Just 4 Burns Night

I'm sure this must be the umpteenth time I've said that today.

Love haggis. After a cold wet day out on the fell there is nothing better than haggis and chips and gravy. Om nom nom. Not sure how it fits with the diet, but never mind.

Thought for today's blip I'd for as many Scottish things as possible, as quickly as possible.

So we've got the tartan blanket in the background.
The two books of Burn's poems, one older and more worse for wear than the other.
The Haggis (freshly caught yesterday!)
Oh, and then there's Meg. Born over the Border in a place called Newton Wamphray. :)

*Have had to modify title as I take it there wasn't enough space for all of it using real words.