Normally I like to flaunt my Scottish heritage around Halloween.
Especially my great grandmother MacPherson who had the second sight.
MacPherson! What a great name!
My mother used to tell me that no matter where they live in the world, whenever a MacPherson dies the banshees wail.
Unfortunately, because of what I learned this week I'm afraid the banshees won't wail for me.
If I'm lucky they might hum a few bars of "My Bonny Lies Over the Ocean".
You see yesterday I read that there is a difference between Celtic feet and Saxon feet.
You can read the article here.
Saxon feet are narrow and pointed with the toes descending neatly in size from big toe to smallest toe while Celtic feet are wider, square-ish and often have the second toe longer than the big toe.
I don't want to be a Saxon!
Oh sure they looked good in chain mail, but those metal buckets they wore on their heads!
Anyway, I have decided that even though I have the feet of a Saxon I surely must have the soul of a Celt.Especially on Hallowe'en.
I hope the Banshees are good with that.