I am listening to last month's playlist and contemplating the weekend. We had a terror-ific time down in the the Edinburgh Dungeons, ate more than was necessary or sensible, shopped, sight-saw, drank and danced and stayed up and slept in.
Happy Burns Day; for me, this means haggis, neeps and tatties, a ceilidh and striking a match to banish with fire a chosen secret something for the next year.
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