Burns Night Supper...

I must admit that I was skeptical when I heard that this year’s Burns Night Supper was to be held in the hall at one of the BSN junior schools. Not quite as elegant as the British Ambassador’s residence, but a surprisingly good venue. As usual, the event was kicked off with a salute to the haggis.

I was happy to be surrounded with several of my British friends: Sally, Jane and Gillian.

Jimmy was happy to pose with me while I wore my Scottish kilt. I teased Gillian that we both were wearing our tarty tartans. Of course, as a Scot, she had much more of a right than I.

We were especially happy that John and Sally could join us for the first time.