It's Monday, my warrior friends, which, in and of itself, can be a most depressing thought. Let's face it: as soon as Monday begins we're already counting down the days until the weekend and if you don't do that you're either lying, retired or one of the fortunate few in this world who truly does love their job. If the latter is the case then I both salute and envy you!
Now I, the Ginger Warrior, am here to help you shake that Monday Morning Feeling, to bring a ray of ginger tinted sunshine to your life not only on a Monday but each week day!
Yes sireeee! I may not have anything particularly life changing or profound to say but one thing you can absolutely guarantee - that you will find me here every day waxing lyrical about one thing or another. I have a lot to say. My mum says it has always been like that. My teachers used to say that too. The truth of the matter is that my mouth has been both a blessing and a curse throughout my life: I am able to speak to, connect with and make firm friends with people in an instant yet at the same time my yapper has gotten me into more trouble than I (and my poor, long suffering parents) care to think about. But my heart is always in the right place, you can count on that.
So the past few days have been very scottish. I am Scottish and grew up in that blessed country but have been residing in England since 2003. While I am very happy and content living South of the Border and now consider it my home I do relish the fleeting moments of scottishness that appear in my life from time to time.
It all started on Thursday as I helped one of my most bosomest of buddies celebrate her birthday. Her name is Heather and she is from Scotland. She is not from the same coast as I but I shan't hold that against her; the Scottish blood surges thick and fast through our sturdy celtic veins and binds us together as kin.
Heather's first impression of yours truly never ceases to amuse me. She is Craig's neighbour (Craig is my fella and henceforth shall be known on this blog as "Craigy Boy" or "CB" for short) and not long after CB and I had began courting I was leaving his house to go to work and was dressed rather elegantly in a black dress and heels. Later that day Heather commented to one of the other neighbour's that she had seen "a red-head leave Craig's house and that she seemed quite the femme fatale". Lol, lol and lol until the cows come home!
Moi? A femme fatale???
"A mysterious and seductive woman whose charms ensnare her lovers, often leading them into compromising, dangerous, and deadly situations".
HAH! I live to merit such an accolade!
In any case, Heather and I have continued to bond over the years and as such she deserved an extra special cake, a Ferrero Rocher Golden Tower, if you will. This is the cake and this was her reaction upon seeing it. I truly do love Hezza my Bezza.
The day following Heather's birthday celebrations was none other than BURNS' DAY, ay, that's right, a day to commemorate the life of Rabbie Burns, Scotland's favourite son, poet, lyricist and womanising drunk.
Och well, naebody's perfect!
My English Prince prepared a meal fit for a Scottish Princess; haggis, neeps and tatties. And..erm.. sweet chilli sauce, my own modern day twist which the truer-than-I-Scot may consider sacrilegious. But that stuff is soooo darn good and goes with just about anything! Anyone else a sweet chilli sauce addict?? Comments below please!
Then, as if life could not get any more Scottish we attended a Burns' night supper on Saturday evening in a quaint little village called King's Sutton. To my shame I did not adorn myself from head to toe in tartan for the simple reason I do not own anything tartan. Double shame!! But I did manage to line up some handsome tartan-clad men for your perusal and admiration. As to whether or not they were true scotsmen I simply cannot comment.
It is now Sunday morning and it's at times like this that I'm glad I'm tee total otherwise I may have succumbed to the bottles of Aberfeldy Whisky doing the rounds last night. Diet coke and sprite for me. What can I say? I'm a cheap date! If you do, however, find yourself suffering from a blinding hangover did you know that we Scots invented the perfect hangover cure??
Anyhoo, as I sit writing this morning I find myself reflecting on the many different places and countries in which I have lived over the years: born and raised in Scotland, spent extended periods of time in Spain, France, Romania, South and Central America the USA and now England. It leaves me wondering if and to what extent my at times nomadic existence has affected my sense of identity and belonging. Am I proud to be Scottish? Without a shadow of a doubt, but do let me say this: every place I have been, every country I have had the good fortune of exploring has possessed it's own unique charms, delights, surprises and quirks. You can be from somewhere and you can hold that somewhere firmly in your heart and mind as you go out into the world - just be sure to let go enough that there is room in your heart to accept and embrace any new somewhere that may await you.
Ginger Warrior, over and out.
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