Clan an Drumma!!!! (Gather the Clan)

I'm going home to Scotland in August! - cousins have organised a gathering for the 100 anniversary of the wedding of my late mother's parents (or Gran and Papa A----n as we know them).
My cousin Robin has also written a little family 'book' a copy of which I received last month, detailing their lives and achievements and those of their ''''''''''jeEEEEzz Zwhat IS that bloody word not predeccessors

What a Pure Scunner*

Bah - i look utterly gorgeous this evening but what is the point of THAT?! I am wearing, for the record:- long thin figure-hug dark grey V-neck jumper, dark grey slimfit jeans, black suede boots, a luxurious faux chinchilla snood and a little black leather jerkin with a Rupert the Bear badge on it. Over perfectly fitting *snow white* underwear offsetting light tan already.
It is COLOSSALLY infuriating to know -to just horribly intensely KNOW - that the day something nice decides to happen to me I will be looking and feeling like, well a scumbag really. That's not really the right word but *it could beCOME the right word NOW* as just more evidence of the sheer badness of Fate upon me.
GAH I'm off to play Haydn on my Yamaha piano because i cn rip thru his sonatas with a minimal of annoying having to be expressive-ness.

*'Scunner' is rural Highland ('tcheuchter', that's moi) originated Scots for um 'sickener' i s'ppose, but it's still miles out, lacking even the failproof onomatopoeic springboard of the scots vernacular.
E.g. consider all of the crazy, wacky colloquialisms you know for 'drunk.'
Now consider this timeless Scots word always uttered even with a slyly satisfied and well-roundedly emphasis:

fu'

Case rested.
('guttered' follows some small distance behind, and is my preferred term the way I'm age/experience entitled -tho teetotal - to have my preferred malt, i.e. Blair Athol)


methinks I'll get some of these for threshold crossing gifts in August