On your saxon ears don’t grate

on Apr 16 in General by

Kerry and Amy and her parents are up in Scotland visiting her grandparents and associated family. I was invited but I’ve had to work over Easter weekend and besides, I can’t understand a word that they say. There’s an excellent Proclaimers song called “Throw the R away” that is all about ignorant Englishmen claiming that they can’t understand thick Scottish accents. I certainly don’t want to be “full of John Bull” but I have real problems. Even Kerry says that she takes a few hours to adjust.

I’ve really missed them to be honest. Because I work 9-hour shifts and the dogs aren’t used to being home alone for that length of time we decided to put them in kennels. So every night I’ve been coming home to an empty house. Having a bit of space to myself has had a few advantages. I’ve done quite a bit of work in the garden and have been able to entertain myself with my new Vic Reeve’s Big Night Out DVD (which I don’t think is really Kerry’s cup of tea). The biggest adjustment I’ve had to make is trying to remember that if I drop food on the floor the dogs aren’t there to pounce on it. This, combined with my rather predictable nutritional decline from cooked meals to Doritos and Easter eggs, has meant that I’m going to have to get down to some serious vacuuming before they get back.

Related posts:

  1. Warning, this post will mean nothing to foreigners
  2. Droolzilla
  3. I need to win the lottery
  4. The Great Hughes Household Hunt
  5. To sleep, perchance would be a fine thing

« « This is your alarm call.| Kermit, Barenaked Ladies, and Eco-Diesel » »

Comments are closed.