I think there must be something genetic, something planted in the DNA before birth, that causes the blood to stir at the sounds of Scottish Pipe bands. Apparently, I have always loved the sounds. I know it takes a lot to prevent me attending our Highland Square Day every December. I suspect its the touch of Celtic in my genes that transports me whenever I hear the pipes and drums, so I am pleased as punch that the Mayor has asked me to represent her next week at the annual dinner of the Pipes and Drums of Palmerston North & Districts. It will be great to be there to show support, but, oh! How I am looking forward to enjoying hearing them play! I can’t think of a nicer thing to be doing on a cold winter’s night.