We were going to have haggis, neeps and tatties today to celebrate Burns Night. But when we got to Tesco we discovered that everyone else had thought that too. No haggis! Not one. Not even a tin (yuck) of haggis.
We had burgers instead. With chips.
Not so much Burns Night as McDonald’s night. It’s what Rabbie would have wanted.
Although he would have been appalled by the way that I toasted the burger!
Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o’ the fast food-race!…
AND … (Oh no, it gets worse!) we sat and ate our toasted-in-the-style-of-Burns burgers watching The Simpsons, and a special episode about Mr Burns (not Robbie) discovering his long-lost son.