It's not been a
great weekend for the Auld Reekie Ranter. One of those weekends when just about
everything that could go wrong did go wrong. We all have them - times
when you just have to forget and move on.
Three weeks from my
wedding to the lovely Marion and one or two hitches have emerged. Nothing that
can't be overcome but the pre-wedding nerves are jangling just that little bit
more.
Hearts lost in the
league for the first time this season just to add to the woes of the weekend. A
weekend that would have seen my grandmother's 106th birthday and my father's
76th birthday.
I think they would
have both approved of my bride-to-be, particularly my father who would, I'm
sure, have declared Marion far too good for me. And he would have been right.
Today is also
Robert Burns' Day, Scotland's famous national poet, who was born on this day in
1759.
It may have been a
weekend to forget for the Ranter - but some things will never be forgotten.
