I’ve got my kilt. (Yes, pictures to come. I’ll be twirling like crazy to make the skirt flair out as I giggle)
I’ve been singing “Ye Canny Shove Yer Granny Aff a Bus” (listen here, sung to the tune of She’ll be Comin’ Round the Mountain)
I’ve been throwing rocks all over the backyard.
I have tried to visualize success as I picture myself throwing a sack of straw, way, way, way up into the air with a pitchfork.
I roughed up some English bureaucrats who were trying to take my land.
Now there’s nothing to do but take a nap and carb up–still can’t do the haggis.
Wish me luck. I’ll be out there with a more experienced lot, battling it out for last place!