Chieftain o' the whisky race

Some hae meat and cannae eat
Some would eat that want it
But we hae meat and we can eat
Sae let the Lord be thankit

I might not have got all the words of The Selkirk Grace exactly right, but it was close enough for jazz.

Haggis, neeps and mash (sorry, Mo - tatties) for tea - accompanied by a glass of HP for the grown-ups, Irn Bru for the lads. George's first taste of the orange fizzy stuff sent him absolutely loopy.

Later, on the phone to my dad, Andy grassed me up: "guess what, Grandad. Daddy had two bowls." Well, I might have helped Matt finish his...