In the early hours of Saturday morning we had what we thought was an injured haggis brought in, but after listening to the wee thing shouting 'fair fa' your honest sonsie face....... Wee sleekit cow'rin tim'rous beastie....' and 'some hae meat and canna eat' repeatedly for 2 hours, it was obvious he was suffering from severe burns.
We started him on an irn bru intravenous drip, hot toddies, and shortbread fed little and often.
By Saturday night he was looking much better.
By Sunday morning he was starting to smile and looked like a totally different haggis.
By this afternoon he had finished the shortbread and the full bottle of whisky, was grinning from lug to lug and is completely awa wi the fairies. We hope to sober him up and release him onto the Lomonds tomorrow.
