That’s right! While most of Australia is going mad with Australia-Day shenanigans, I’m going back to my Scottish roots.
I’ve got shortbread cookies and scotch, and I feel like a tiny bubble of Edinburgh has appeared in my room. It’s a beautiful thing. (A free drink and shit “biscuits” are often given out at the end of ghost/haunted placed tours in Edinburgh. I have no idea why, but it’s a thing. It’s often lemonade, if the tour is early enough to be aimed towards kiddies.)
For something a bit less…syrupy…
I’m still pretty sure that nothing in the entire world is better than Scots being Scottish.