As I mentioned quite recently, there are certain social situations in which I dread finding myself. This evening is another one of those, in that I am attending a Burns Night for the very first time. This is a surprise to those who know me, as I am rather partial to Whisky. I am not sure how shallow this makes me sound come to think of it. Anyway, after a pleasant Saturday morning session, we rested up for a few hours in the afternoon, and I fell asleep. This had the result of making me feel absolutely dreadful by the time we needed to set off. Mrs Plug had also arranged for us to stay over, something else I wasn't keen on, but, as they say, t'was all arranged, and so off we went. In no time at all I found myself in the company of Mrs Plug, Mrs Plug's 2 cousins, and two other friends of theirs. We sat and listened to some bagpipe music, watched some highland dancing, ate traditional Burns Night food...and drank a lot. It was pleasant, but slightly surreal. By the time the next morning came around, I felt awful, and had every right to do so. I am no longer built for such evenings.
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