Oh Miss Edwina, you are the finest Scottish Lass I've laid my eyes on...........
And just in case you get a chance to go hunting in Edinburgh, here is part of Robbie Burns' Poem "To A Mouse"
(Although I should warn you - they do talk a WEE BIT funny over there - I sould know - I was born just outside Edinburgh)
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!
I'm truly sorry man's dominion,
Has broken nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An' fellow-mortal!