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... right ingredients, but lack a basic one - that of flavour. There was none. this lunch too ended it's life in the bin.
But enough of Scottish gourmet life. On to the championships.
The grade fours were in a heat at 11:30 and the grade 3s at 15:30, with finals after that and mass bands from 6:30.
the weather was (to understate it) horrible. Light drizzly rain, mixed with heavy rain and occasional downpour. Not a nice day at all.
... us in. These are really small homes. We walked in her front door, through a small sitting room and a small kitchen, out the back door. I doubt if it was more than five metres all together. Her back door opened directly onto a lane way, with a garden on the other side. She told us a David next door was a bit antisocial, so just as well we didn't knock on his door! Jean (I think that was her name) took us to David's back door, called out to him, and went in. Unfortunately ...
... I first got the car I was going to lovingly name her 'Corrida' after the colour of the paint but I think a more appropriate name for her soon became 'Skip' or 'Whycan'tIfindmyshoesohthey'reALLinthec ar' Anyway, she's served me well so I'll be sad to hand her over to whoever gets her next. My sights are firmly set on an Audi A1 for my return to Scottish roads ...
Even though today was the big day I didn't really feel nervous or excited about the fact I was leaving Baltic Scotland indefinitely, just taking it as if I was just nipping to Edinburgh on the train really. Saying goodbye to mum and dad and the brother at the airport wasn't nearly as emotional as I envisaged it to be, even if mum was a little bit teary as I headed through security. But it was nothing compared to the bunch of kids who were wailing inconsolably ...
... analogous guts of an animal of course put me into a fine mood for some Haggis, which we secured at a nearby pub (Maya had the steak and ale pie). So, to make a long story short, I genuinely liked it. Little nibbly bits of oatmeal and minced heart and lungs all packed in a stomach. Who wouldn’t like this? The cupcake, after much prompting/beer, tasted about 3 molecules of it and got grossed out. I guess it’s not a dish for the faint of heart (ha ha).