I’ve got a whirlwind of social activities this weekend (well, two!).
Today (Friday) I’m off to a Burns Supper. It’s not usually my ‘thing’. I like Burns’ poetry well enough but it’s not my usual choice of bedtime reading. But, this Burns Supper is a bit special. My dad has been a lifelong Burns fan and, last year, was invited to be the president of the Hamilton Burns Club. He’s more than a little chuffed and also rather nervous. He presides over tonight’s ‘do’ and also delivers the Immortal Memory. Looking back over the list of past presidents is a little like a who’s who. There’s a fair smattering of authors, high-flying businessmen, former moderators of the CofS and politicians, including George Robertson, former Secretary General of NATO. It’s a bit of a role reversal though. Generally it’s a parent proudly going to watch a son or daughter rather than the other way around.
And on Saturday night we’re all off to a ceilidh to celebrate the ruby wedding anniversary of some friends from church. Looking forward to that as well and I’m glad that Sunday morning at KHR is just ‘sit and observe’.