Well it's Burns night on Sunday - a celebration of the life and poetic verse of Robert "Rabbie" Burns who died in 1796 in poverty at the young age of 37.
The first gatherings to celebrate the life and works of Robert Burns were held by a group of his friends on the anniversary of his death on 21 July. In the early 1800s the first Burns Clubs were set up with Burns Night celebrations the focus of their year.
So tonight the men are off to the very formal Burns Supper here in town which is actually a club and the event is held every year by invitation only.
The ladies (us) my mum and lots of our friends are off out to have a meal and enjoy each others company.
I am really looking forward to it as my friend Alison is coming up from Edinburgh - her dad and husband are going to the Burns Supper. She is taking her new baby with her and I can't wait to see the gorgeous Zoe.
I leave you with a wee excerpt (for those of you who can understand it!!! LOL) of the famous poem by Rabbie Burns "To A Mouse":
Wee sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an chase thee,
Wi murdering pattle!
But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o mice an men
Gang aft agley,
An lea'e us nought but grief an pain,
For promis'd joy!............................
See you all tomorrow!!!