Och! I hear that sound

The peeps! That can mean only one thing: it's Rrrrrrrabbie Burrrrrrns Day!

"Robert Burns (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) (also known as Rabbie Burns, Scotland's favourite son, the Ploughman Poet, the Bard of Ayrshire and in Scotland as simply The Bard) was a poet and a lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland, and is celebrated worldwide. He is the best-known of the poets who have written in the Scots language , although much of his writing is also in English and a 'light' Scots dialect, accessible to an audience beyond Scotland. He also wrote in standard English, and in these pieces, his political or civil commentary is often at its most blunt.He is regarded as a pioneer of the Romantic movement and after his death became an important source of inspiration to the founders of both liberalism and socialism..."

A lefty! Anyway, get your haggis ready (I nuke it in the old traditional way)...Say grace:

Some hae meat and canna eat, And some would eat that want it; But we hae meat, and we can eat, Sae let the Lord be thankit.

And scarf that haggis doon with a wee dram o' the Good Stuff. Ahhh.

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Robbie had some literary advice that bloggers would do well to heed when they feel the dreaded "bloggers' block" slowing them down:

"...when I feel my Muse beginning to jade, I retire to the solitary fireside of my study, and there commit my effusions to paper, swinging, at intervals, on the hind-legs of my elbow chair, by way of calling forth my own critical strictures, as my, pen goes."

I do that! Only in front of a computer. Och, the more things change.