Positively Shitting Myself

No, not because of any spicy foods or stomach ailment.... but because of what I have to do one week from today.

For anyone not aware (and apparently there are more of you that I thought - sorry) I'm going to Pleasanton, CA (which is a suburb of San Francisco) for a major pipe band contest, and we leave next Thursday.

Now, I'm sure you've all heard about the near-attack on the US with terrorists and their homemade bombs, and such. That was a week before the World Pipe Band Championships in Glasgow. With much apprehension, many pipers and drummers were forced to check their instruments, with disastrous results. As I'm sure you might know if you've ever seen how I cradle my pipes like a child, I'm rather attached to the particular reverberations from these sticks of African blackwood. I'm pretty typical of any piper. Now, while everything eventually turned up, that doesn't mean I'm overly enthused with the idea of checking my babies.

Without a word of a lie, I'd rather have them strapped to my person (which would likely get my in more trouble, as the X-ray would make it look more like a bomb I have under my clothes - but whatever), or take them apart and carefully wrap them up in a normal backpack than allow them to be thrown around by baggage handlers.

I don't even know what I'm going to do. I don't want to think about it.

Maybe if I just hide under this big pile of jackets until it all blows over............