The Annual Burns Supper this time next week.
I reckon we all spend most of our lives wishing them away instead of living in the moment. I do try, I really do, to live fully in the present rather than wanting what I can't have - you know the usual: perfect family; money; different lifestyles; home in apple pie order; the list could go on. That doesn't mean that I don't plan ahead - I have to. However tonight is one of those 'I wish it was next week' moments, because this time next week (and it's now 20:00), I'll be sitting down in the West Cork Hotel enjoying a Burns Supper. This is the night when Logan Ancient Plaid you can nearly be guaranteed that there will be more men wearing kilts than trousers; when your ears have to tune into English being spoken in a very different way & as the evening progresses, the accents may become more indecipherable; when the Irish and other nationalities will be in the minority in Ireland; the 'whiskey' will be definitely 'whisky'; a...