I can't understand the local Scottish dialect.
Steve wanted me to ask our allotment president about using ("hiring") the rototiller ("rotovator") on our plot. I did. I have no idea what the man told me. I came home and reported to Steve that I believe I heard something about a funeral on Friday and that the machine was available either in a blue building or from the man in blue coveralls or possibly from the man in blue coveralls at the blue building. If he wasn't at a funeral.
"Hello, Betty. I'll have five plain pies and an onion one as well."
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My dad served a mission in Scotland. The thing I remember him always saying about arriving in his field of service: "They told me they spoke English here!"
This could be a challenge. Old men are the worst too. Maybe you should pick up Gallic just to even the score.
I just got really excited to hear the accent this summer! :)
Please, oh please, tell me, promise me, that this man Fergus "onion-pie-man" McTaggart is NOT wearing cute wellies. It would likely ruin my day.
Marmot "Lady-pants" Dad
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