Friday night was the Caledonian Society's annual Burns Night and we had a ball. A was asked to read a poem; he chose 'To a Moose'. As he said, this was for two reasons: 1) because it is one of the best poems ever written and beautiful example of Rab's humanity and 2) because it is amusing to think that if Rabbie had been Malawian it would have been very different. Probably something along the lines of "Get it, get it, get it! There's good eating on that!"
Fitting for us too at the moment. For reasons totally beyond our control, our grand plan may need to be revisited. Nothing too serious, all will be well, but we're living the frustration of uselessness. Me because I feel that there is very little I can actually, practically, do in (& for) Malawi. A because he's been working on a great idea for a new project and, well, sometimes people just say no.
So, we got our glad rags on, joined up with some new medic friends who have almost identical frustrations and had a party. I don't know if there was tequila in 18th century Scotland but I'm sure that if there was, Rabbie would have been well into it.
Last time I was at a Cale Soc function I accidentally bit a guy in the face during a particularly aggressive strip the willow (!). No such mishaps this time, just a lot of steam released and a dapper Malawian chef hamming up the presentation of the haggis like you wouldn't believe.
Hurray for Burns, pals, drinking, dancing and here's to learning to just letting it be.
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