I didn't say she is biscuit-arsed, aitch.
I don't even know what that means.
And you know I respect youknowyouknow and you both. You know I have nothing but respect and liking for you and I mean that.
I don't mean any harm by it or for her, either. She may well be my SIL, for all I know, except I know she doesn't stay in my SIL's neighbourhood and my SIL has pay-as-you-go that we buy for her every month so I know it's not her.
I stayed a lot of places before Muirhouse.
I didn't care that we were there. Folk had our back and we didn't bother anyone.
But I don't see where it's slagging it off to tell English folk to avoid it if they don't know.
And folk taking offense because I'm not a Jock.
I understand.
You've heard my daughters speak. My girl sounds dead Scottish and people will say her Scottish is 'working class', whatever that means.
And I am so proud of her for that.
She is what she is and as she is proud of that it makes me proud, too.
So I don't see why someone could get so offended at telling someone to avoid some places if they don't know what it's like.
Especially someone who is coming to the city with so much loss behind her.
Oh god, so much to deal with and trying to start over and all I couldn't begin to imagine.
If you think I didn't make friends in Muirhouse, think again? Think I didn't help out, think again?
Think I don't miss my Leith, my girls' Leith, think again.
And then come back and tell me I'm slagging off the place my girl still cries for.