But you can't take Scotland out of the girl.
Thus when my daughter moved from Edinburgh Scotland to Geneva last week she came with vegetable and meat Haggis (those round things on the table) and informed us we were having Robert Burns night.
I chose Address to a Haggis, my daughter A Winter's Night. My housemate searched desperately for a poem she had read at another Robert Burns night long ago on her iPad. Finally she located one, but in English translation. Guess which one was understood?
she's a wonder, wonder woman