The 24th of one hundred days of happiness.

To the strains of Scotland the Brave, Address to a Haggis and Ivor Cutler we ceremoniously served up and savoured our Burn's Night Haggis, tatties and neeps. Well me and Clare did and the girls pushed theirs around their plates while looking totally bemused at Ivor Cutler. They also considered changing their surname to that of Clare's Scottish Grandma, Forrest-Bell.
I have now eaten way too much and need to lie down and catch up with yesterday's Spiral.
Now, where's me Laphroaig?