After the Party

We went to a Burns Night Dance this evening hosted by The Scots' Society of St Andrew, Bedford and it was a rare opportunity for me to get dressed up in the finery of my kilt and associated Highland dress.
Oh boy it was uncomfortable. The kilt was made for me in 1990, three years into my police career and at a time when my fitness was at its peak. So, fast-forward 25 years and add in an expanded waistline and there was I feeling trussed up like a Christmas turkey. And that was at the start of the event, before they fed us!!
We had a great evening, despite the discomfort, and I avoided dancing on this occasion as I didn’t want to antagonise my rather volatile digestive system; having already squeezed it tight and stuffed it with fairly rich food, I thought it would be a step too far to go shake it all about.
While I always feel good and very proud to wear my kilt, I didn’t half enjoy the relief of its removal on this occasion.
Back blipped on 3rd February 2015