Do you have a Burns Unit?
For those of us still a little delicate from yesterday's jollification.

Wee sleekit coo'erin; tim'rous beastie.
Oh whit a panic's in thy breastie.

Fair fa' yer honest sonsie face
Great chieftain o' the pudden
Abune them a' ye tak yer place.

When chapman billies leave the street, and drouthy neighbours, neighbours meet.

3rd degree I think.

G.