Friday, 29 January 2010
Stuffed sheep's stomach.
I should have been writing a blog about haggis!
We have been to two Burns suppers this year already and still have a big fat haggis in the fridge. Too many people invited us before we could invite them. Just as well because they put on a better party than we're going to. The first was an elaborate affair with about 30 guests in a Mansion house just outside the city. The hostess had been a drama and speech teacher so you can imagine the presentation was really quite dramatic, sadly the Piper had already been invited to another party, just as well since the noise of the bagpipes played inside a house is about as loud as a jumbo jet landing in your garden. There was an awful lot of audience participation which in years gone by would have scared the living daylights out of me, but the new me takes it all in my stride and is even prepared to read out poetry in broad Scots! The second, on Burns night itself was a much quieter affair around at the neighbour's house, then we could just relax and enjoy the food company. When we get visitors who are not used to Scotland we like to give them a taste of haggis, but not until they've had a couple of days to stew over the idea of eating this strange dish. Without exception everyone has enjoy haggis, even when they've been told what has been stuffed into a sheep's stomach to make it! Saturday, we will finally get rid of our own haggis with just a few close friends, no bagpipes or poetry, just a few glasses of wine or whisky for those who want it.
I finally went to see somebody about my strange voice. The tube went through the nose and down into the voice box and I gurgled a few sounds the for doctor while he a good look around. Quite relieved to find there were no nasty growths in there thank goodness. There was a lot of red soreness so I probably have silent reflux! I have been given yet another leaflet listing all the things which I should not eat or drink, if I add all the lists from all the leaflets have had over the last few years and taken more seriously I soon will be able to eat anything! Seems if you like it is bad for you, Haggis at least wasn't on the list. Next I get to see a speech therapist, perhaps I can turn this to my advantage, something has to bring back my old sweet voice!
The thought of something nasty in their has not helped my mood recently, hardly a record year on offer but at least it might help lighten my mood now that I know I'm not in immediate danger of popping my clogs! Though I have noticed that posts about death and fish gather more comments than just about any other posts I have ever made. Perhaps I should change the direction of the blog, perhaps in search of lost fish would be a better title and make me more popular, I shall have to think about this.
This post has been brought to you by the magic of new technology, I chat at the computer and sometimes the words I speak appear on screen and one day when it understands what I'm talking about I can imagine this could even be faster than my one finger on each hand typing. It certainly spells a lot better than I do but doesn't always understand my croaky voice.