Day One Hundred and Fifteen

Furrgus

Well last night they finally cleared our street. 

And just in time for the Burn’s Night celebrations. Thank goodness. 

Everyone had a nice night and Miss Pancake did not really wake up until past eight thirty.

After we had been on patrol we went up to Bank Street.

But we were a bit disappointed to see that none of our regular breakfast establishments had prepared themselves for Burns Night. 

By the time we got home both Niamh and her companion were nearly wide awake.

Craig was up nearly as soon.

So the three of them looked out the window at our the newly visible street as Craig had his very first coffee. 

Then after a series of furious attacks on her toys Miss Pancake went back to sleep. 

Being a puppy is very tiring work we understand. 

We decided to fallow her example and had our morning nap a bit early. 

We wanted to be prepared for the auspicious night. 

Though we will sadly miss the revelries at the castle. 

We hear that Cousin Morag and the dogs have made the voyage back from London to oversee the address to the haggis.

As of course she would. 

Cook and her “volunteers” will have been furiously cooking for the last few days assembling tonight’s feast. 

And Lochlainn will have decanted some of the secondary scotch for the revellers. 

We would be devastated to miss the event, had we not missed it far more times than we can remember.

Usually because of us being off in some less than hospitable local. Ahh well. 

Dugal has opened his travelling trunk and retrieved a fine a Belvenie, just a little older than our Emmet. 

He owns some part of the distillery, naturally.

And we still had a few of the Christmas haggis safe in the freezer, thank goodness. 

We placed them in the refrigerator to thaw out for the midnight celebration. 

Otherwise the house would be without a haggis on Burns Night. My goodness. 

That smacks of negligence in our opinion. 

But to be fair everything has been very hectic around here for that last couple of weeks. 

We will borrow one of Craig’s claidheamh-mòr for the ceremonial opening of the haggis. 

Though we will be without a piper to introduce the event. Which is a shame. 

But we will have a competent lookout, to back us up, if we become a bit “distracted “ later in the evening. 

That is a relief, let me tell you. 

This afternoon was taken up by Niamh and Miss Pancake learning all about Staying put. 

A hard lesson for the rambunctious Miss.

Miss Sach came to rescue Pancake from the tedium of lessons. It is good to have friends. 

At dinner time Niamh went to her hippity hop dance class and we helped Craig mind Miss Pancake. 

Or we helped Pancake mind Craig. 

Sometimes everything is a much of a muchness don’t you know.

Anyway when it started to snow we decided it was time to go to Irene’s Pub, to celebrate Bruns Day. 

Maybe they will have a pipper. 

We are saving the haggis for our twelve o’clock repast. 

That is when we read a selection of our favourite Burns poems.

So we will have to borrow a few of Zita’s Waterford crystal glasses to toast his august memory, in the proper fashion. 

That is if we make it home through the blizzard that is.