Love, you remind me of one of the huge south african dilemmas re time. If a saffer say let's meet at half ten, CHECK. For half the country, that means half an hour after ten. For the other half that means half an hour before ten. Yikes!
African time is fluid at best but an hour out, that's bad.
In that case you are forgiven and can visit and come on a haggis hunt. However, you are telling porkies and misleading people re the 3 legs. The third is, um, not a leg.
How very disappointing that would have been an awesome birthday present for you
Looking like the photos isn't a problem, so far, at least I could see it was the same person. A little more life had flowed under the bridge since the photos were taken.
Does make me laugh when bloggers say crossly that women lie about their age, two out of my last three dates had lied by at least ten years!
The best hunting of all is the annual haggis hunt, if you can get into the hills - they are hill-dwellers, of course, and extremely quick. Their colouring helps them melt into the background, without a good haggis-hound you haven't much hope even spotting one.
The reason they are so good is that they are basically ready to cook at the moment of capture. Simply boil for a few hours, then serve with neaps (turnips or swedes) and tatties (potatoes). True Scottish cuisine at its most basic, and this is food that sticks to your ribs. Get outside a haggis, neaps and tatties meal and you won't even feel the cold for hours afterwards. Nom nom nom!
And to give you a taste reference - very close to wors.
English is a very odd language
Complete greek to me