assimilated...

In the words of the Borg collective [and we're not talking Borg and Crossan] I have been assimilated, resistance is futile.
A ceremony.
Yesterday.
2.30.
Haddington in the heart of John Knox territory.
I am now a citizen of the U.K.
I think I grinned through the whole wee ceremony.
And the folk who had organised it were lovely: it was no perfuntory thing in a grey office.  The Provost and Lord Lieutenant of East Lothian gave speeches to the two of us who were becoming citizens.  We then made our affirmations [no oaths] and then an embarrassing moment when the national anthem came up on the sound system... and we all looked around waiting for the cue to come in... and there wasn't one.  Lord Lieut. quietly mumbled it under his breath.
Oh and along with the document of citizenship which was presented, there was also the presentation of a medal - the Council has only recently been doing this, they explained.  It was a really nice memento and they were pretty chuffed about their idea.
I was too.
Very fancy choice of cakes and liquid refreshments followed.
I do love East Lothian Council.
Given the warning that the citizenship application was sommat that was going to take up to 6 months to process it didn't take so long after all.
It's good to be home... :)