Haggis

After a brilliant day at work rather celebratory with three month post op checks, lots of happy peepers and cake to boot. Tonight was the annual ceilidh fest at the local village hall. Haggis was piped in and held by one of our own sturdy blippers Farmerboab. After the last neep had gone it was tables back and dancing shoes on with the ever fabulous Shandoneers playing. Could have danced the night away but usurped by eight little girls who showed us all how to do it properly