Weel, as it’s Burns Night, we went oot fur the annual haggis hunt… Thay sneaky wee buggers wi thir shorter inside legs managed to wheech roon the hill awa fae us. Alas, it’s guid auld Hall’s Haggis, Neeps, and Tatties in the microwave for us the night. #TaeTheBard

Author: Susan T. Braithwaite

Royal Navy veteran from Scotland. My journey into writing started with a screenwriting certificate program at UCLA Ext. Since then, I've worked as a freelance content writer, erotica author, proofreader, professional beta reader, and content editor. I'm now working hard on my dream writing career: romantic suspense author. When I'm not writing, I can be found drinking too much coffee, obsessing over yarn, and planning world domination with my husband, jezbraithwaite.blog, and our squirrel army.​

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  1. Om nom 😋

  2. myplaidheart says:

    Better than no haggis at all, I suppose. Happy Burns Night! 🙂

    1. It was delicious 😋 Happy Burns Night to you, too!

  3. bushboy says:

    and a wee dram (or two) I hope you enjoyed Burns Nights you two 🙂

    1. We had a good night, thanks. Jez was in charge of drams, so we had that one covered 😜

      1. bushboy says:

        Why am I not surprised 👍😂

  4. Violet Lentz says:

    I just love your dialect posts

    1. I love sharing the Scots language! Glad you enjoy it 😊

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