As we drive around this area, with all its beautiful scenery, Jan has inexplicably commented on the type of road kill she sees. Typically the road kill around here is pheasant which I take as normal but she sees as very posh.
Somewhat different to the rats and hedgehogs that she is used to coming from St Albans. It's a bit of a culture shock for her.
Staying on the north south divide, she always makes a comment when I pronounce scone as rhyming with 'on' and not as the soft south version scone as rhyming with 'own'.
And then to top it all, the other morning she said, 'you're not going northern on me are you?'
I feel a corrective interview coming on!
I certainly hope she didn't mean that in a negative way. If I was you I'd have a good northern talk with the lass. Just as soon as you come in from your shift down the pit and Jan comes in from milking the cows. Is that stereotypical enough for you :)
ReplyDeleteAye, I'll talk wi er when she bin feedin whippets.
ReplyDeleteWhippets bin fed, ferrets bin fed, Master bin fed, nowt now to do.
ReplyDeleteOh Jan... I knew you shouldn't have gone. Get your pinnie off girl and rebel.
ReplyDeleteDon't you start. Grief, the last thing I need is her rebelling.
ReplyDeleteBTW I thought that I was mad sitting here surfing at 6.30 in the morning.
ReplyDeleteCraig, - never fear, I have quiet ways of rebelling - arsenic in the porridge, weedkiller in the pasta etc
ReplyDeleteJan - I'll keep quiet in return for £1.50 hush money. No Alex, you're not the only sad old git in the world. There are at least 2 of us!
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