Do you know what is meant by 'she does heehaw?'

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Said this about a particularly lazy colleague today and had my immediate neighbour in tears laughing at it!

I'm Scottish and she's English, she claims never to have heard it before!

ladylunchalot my Dad used to say jerkin! He did say it slightly knowingly though, think it was a sort of tribute to his parents.

may I add " gutting myself"

@motheroffourdragons Belter!

I live with my partner of 3 years who has 2 children aged 13 and 10 who live with us part of the week and secondary weekends. It’s been a rocky beginning, but we all get along nicely apart from one issue which is contributing to keeping our house tidy. I’m no domestic goddess, but is it asking to much for the kids to tidy their rooms, or out clean washing away, or do some dishes? Nothing ever seems to get done no matter much I ask. Today has been a particularly trying day, one to find my lunch got burnt because his 10 year old daughter couldn’t couldn’t be bothered to get off the sofa to tell me the oven had been beeping for 10 minutes while I was out of the kitchen. Secondly, I’ve come home to find she vomited all over our new white rug, which my partner cleaned with a blue jay cloth and is now completely ruined, I’m at the end of my tolarance here.. I’m a being a bitch for just wanting some co production in our home?

This thread is making me far too nostalgic for the Dear Green Place.

I've been working overseas and "down South" for much too long. Didn't realise quite how rich a linguistic heritage I enjoyed as a Glaswegian until I picked up a book in the local library here in North London by a woman called Laura Marney. The story itself was fine (a fairly standard RomCom) but the language was something else. So evocative - all those words I didn't use any more but were there at the back of my head. Like this thread, it transported me back to my upbringing - all those phrases you use instinctively because they are so precisely descriptive...ones like "footer" and "stooshie".

My Mum used to call the snack you have after swimming a "chittering bite"...anyone else?

My Mum used to call the snack you have after swimming a "chittering bite"...anyone else?

It was a ‘shivery bite’ where I’m from.

So being shivery would make your teeth chitter and in the winter people would say it was that cold meh teeth were chittering.

I know it. Does bugger all. But then both my parents are from Dumfries so makes sense that I'd know what it means.

Bairn
Wee
Clootie
Deid

I am a from Fife and DH is from Swansea. Many years ago we were visiting his family and had a night at the pub. Stopped at Fish n Chip shop on way home. When asked for my order i said ,rather primly, "a single fish please". Means fish without chips round our bit. Much heehawin and laughing to my embarressment.

I usually have a "special fish"

That would really flummox an English (or Welsh ) Fish and Chip shop.

Yes to “ single fish “ , although my brother used it to mean something else in rhyming slang .

Stottie aff The groond

When I moved to Yorkshire, a stottie was a bread roll the size of a dinner plate!

Yup - that's a special (single) fish.

The point about a special fish supper is not just that it is haddock and breadcrumbs (rather than cod and batter) is that it is always done fresh to order

Our chippy cooks everything to order :) You go in the far door, place your order and then by the time you've reached the counter then it's usually ready or thereabouts then you exit by the counter - fab system.

A thochty, a small measurement. If you are measuring and you want it a bit bigger/smaller you move it a thochty more or less.

@Shampaincharly I was just looking at a Yorkshire stottie recipe... Any good?

The ones I had were just like baps or rolls .
( the baker had the most amazing curd tarts as well )

And of course the flip side of a single fish is that “supper” anything means “and chips”. Sausage supper, white pudding supper (believe it or not) pizza supper...my English DH loves that concept.
Scottish fish suppers are unsurpassed. Always haddock and they take the skin off- I remember being horrified to find skin inside my first English fish and chips. In my town all the chippies were run by Italian families, I don’t know if that’s true of the rest of Scotland.

A Doric tale part 1

Morag Stronach sat at the yett o the door on a wee three leggit milkin stool. She loved tae sit here watchin the sun ging doon ower the Carn na Bruar hill. Fae here she could see the aal reiver's road as it wound its wye doon tae Glenbuchat. Ae thing aboot bidin here- ye could see somebody comin for miles alang the ancient track. But Morag wisna quite hersel this forenicht though . She'd fed her three bairnies wi brose an a bittie o kale for supper and they were sleepin at last. Her man Donald hid left mair than a week afore an teen ivvery penny o rent wi him.
Donald hid teen tae the drink while workin in Aiberdeen the year afore. The man she knew wiz lang awa fae her cos he'd changed wi’ workin in Aiberdeen and came back hard-ee’d and a hard drinker. Nae wye could he get the fun and company here that he got in the city and nae doot a dirty woman or twa tae boot. Noo her and the bairns were left in dire straits and even her wee meal girnal wiz near teem.
Morag smiled an muttered “Meal girnal!” It wiz an aal leather hat box but it kept the meal fae gyan soor because the leather breathed. A couple mair days and she'd hae tae ging tae the minister tae beg help fae the Pairish.
“Excuse me!” said a voice near her. Morag lookit up an near fell aff the stool. The aal woman standin there said “I'm sorry lassie for fleggin ye!”
Morag saw she wiz a gey aal woman wi lang grey hair an croochty aboot the shooders an dressed in a goon o green hamespun cloot and a reed aapron. Morag got up fae the stool an said “I'm sorry I nivver saw ye come inaboot!” and smiled at the peer aal woman.
The woman smiled back wi sic a bonny smile that for a wee meenitie she could see that she must've been a rare beauty in her younger day. The aal woman held oot a brose caup ( a wooden bowl) an speired at Morag if she could spare a wee pucklie meal for her aal man faa wiz nae weel back at the hoose.

Part 2
Peer Morag she didna ken fit tae say. She'd hardly eneuch for her and the bairns yet this peer aal woman lookit tae be in sic despair. Deein a quick calculation she decided if she hersel didna ait ower the next couple o days there'd be eneuch tae gee the aal woman a haanfae or twa.
She did this and handed the brose caup back tae her sayin she wiz sorry but that's aa she could spare.
The aal woman wiz so happy an bosied Morag sayin “I'll be back wi mair meal this time the morn, the Millert is grindin oor grain as we spik.”
Wi that she left hirplin doon the track. Morag offered tae walk her hame a bit o the road but she widnae hear o't sayin “Tak you care o yer three bairnies lassie I'll easy manage the road masel!”
Morag sat doon on her wee stool again and watched the aal woman walk doon intae the shaddas o the settin sun.
The next nicht true tae her word the aal woman returned wi the brose caup full o fine fresh meal. Morag tellt her that there wis twice as much meal in it as she'd gave her the nicht afore. The aal woman jist smiled her bonny smile and tellt Morag tae pit the meal intae her girnal an press it in as hard as she could and tae close the lid till the mornin licht came ower Cairnballan. Morag did this and the next mornin fin she opened her girnal it wis full tae the brim wi the freshest meal she'd ivver seen.
Better wis tae come for as well as ivvery mornin haein a girnal fulled wi meal there wis a silver shillin in wi the meal. For the rest o her days, Morag nor her bairnies ivver wintit a full belly or a shillin in their pooches.
The Queen o the Faireys hid rewarded Morag weel for her kindness and generosity. So nivver turn an aal body awa fae yer door because it could be a Queen in disguise testing ye tae see if yer worth givin sic a gift as she gave tae Morag Stronach.

It's from a blog sannersgow.blogspot.com/

"mind" instead of "remember" as in "d'ye mind the time..."