Thursday 6 January 2011

I guess its boring here

either snow pictures or ducks. Tough.
Some people like ducks. I do. Jemima and Smoky Robinson are doing fine. Today they did the duck dance. A good sign! Although to watch - hysterical. She runs round bobbing her head, he sticks his head in the water bucket and repeats and repeats. This is probably some age old duck dance. And one shouldnt laugh...
Last night was our first Rotary meeting of 2011. Whatever else happens we always have a good laugh. Sometimes thats the only reason I go.
Driving over the countryside in the black, black night is often a most reluctant journey. I have often met deer, owls and the odd escaped sheep on the journey, and how I havent ended up in a field after such meetings is a credit to my driving skills, well thats my opinion.
But once there - well - last night being the first after Ne'er Day(New Year's Day) there was lots of kissing. Kissing is like laughter, makes you feel good, well, yes, depends on who you are kissing. But generally its good.
Driving home last night was a bit deja vu. Snow, heavy snow, lying snow. Hands gripped on steering wheel.
More snow this morning. Only a bitty.
This afternoon I had my hair done. What bliss to have your head massaged. My toes uncurled. But then there is the conversation. Now what is a minty? I now know it is a minute. "Just a minty" = "Just a minute." If you remember that every word has a y on the end of it then its finey. Cardy = credit/debitcard. Other words are Quine = young woman, Loon = young man, wify is an older woman, there isnt, significantly a word for an older man. It is just, "Your man." Although sometimes it can be wify, or manny. I am getting there.
It's back to proper work tomorrow, paying guests, coming to a funeral. Like parcels there has been a back log.
On an interesting (?) aside we have one crematorium in Aberdeen and another in Buckie. Both a long way from round here. So there are currently two planning applications in
for new crematoriums. One of them is just up the road from us and the planning application includes a restaurant. Now my mind boggles at this. "Will ye be coming up the road for a fly cuppie in the morn? Dont forget your cardy."

2 comments:

Lynn said...

What's a fly cuppie?
And can you actually buy a cardy with yer cardy?
My dad used to call my Mom wifey.
L.x.

jill said...

Its either illicit or surreptitious cup of tea, or could be a cup of something stronger- well thats the official meaning, tho I doubt the ones who say it knew that.