What a day it has been. It has been a Saturday, a cold one but a nice one and one full of Scottishness. Ish.
Ok maybe not everything about today has been Scottish themed but there have been one or two reminders during the day that I am proud to be Scottish.
First off, I went out of the house with my Dad. We were originally going out to a museum which I’m sure you can tell, excited me so much, but to my disappointment we found out it wasn’t open. But, we didn’t stop their and just go back home.
The museum was situated right next to a footbridge which looked onto the River Clyde, begging me to switch my camera on and get snapping. And so, I did.
There shall be more (better, edited) photos posted throughout next week.
So all this got to me and I went through another of my “I am proud to be Scottish phases” and so felt the need to post a photo of it to Instagram because that is necessary in situations such as this. Totally.
As my little Scottish loving phase was nearly at its end, I was shocked, surprised and amazed at my mum when she showed me… well, dinner. She showed me haggis. HAGGIS, YES, I KNOW NOT ON BURNS NIGHT, I AM SUCH A REBEL.
And so, as I was eating that, I went through a further “I love Scotland phase” thanks to the great taste of haggis.
All that was missing today was a kilt and a fried Mars Bar (though I did have a conversation over fried Mars Bars with my parents tonight).
And there we have it, I loved Scotland for yet another day in my life. I better watch myself, it’s becoming a habit.