It’s Burns’ Night tonight and I should be thinking of his address “To a Haggis”. Instead the lines of his poetry that came to my mind this morning are from “Tam O’Shanter”. They are a description of an angry wife and I wondered if they match Moira Salmond at the moment.
“… our sulky sullen dame Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.”
Or perhaps she’s just quoting Captain Mainwaring – “stupid boy!”