Och aye the noo
This morning sees me bleary-eyed, warming up last nights haggis for my breakfast.
Yes, indeed, with 3 days delay, we did finally get around to celebrate the hero of Scottish poetry with a feast and some reading with questionable accents.
There were 4 Girls and 4 Boys, and as the "Address to a haggis" has exactly 8 verses, we took over a verse each.
I also decorated the blackboard with this portrait of a live haggis, bemoaning his predicament.
You will have to know "Address to a haggis" and "Ode to a mouse" at least partially to get the joke... (if that is indeed what it is)