Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, the suffering
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf and shed my skin
I was hoping the cacophony from Ben's bagpipes (thanks to the rain he performed INSIDE which, well, never again) might obscure the fact that instead of haggis I managed to get my hands on a good sized Stornoway black pudding which I boiled up and served with turnips, carrots, potatoes and the bread I made earlier.
One bite in though, Lochlan noticed. I should have started serving him drinks at lunchtime.
Hey, so did you hear about the.....wait, is this...black pudding?
He looks at our plates, then at me.
I forgot to pre-order. I'm sorry. It totally left my mind. But it's...uh...hagg-ish, right?
He didn't say anything. No one said anything.
Then he started laughing.
And he laughed until he was red in the face and exhausted and silly and teary eyed.
And then he pulled his chair in closer, winking at me. Alright boys, we're having haggish! Dig in!