
Scottish Word: Fliskie.
Aye, it luiks like the wild fires are getting fliskie again goin by the amoont o suit an smut teemin doon. It’s gey heavy and is coating the groond somethin awfie. Like snaw. They must be … Continue reading Fliskie.
Aye, it luiks like the wild fires are getting fliskie again goin by the amoont o suit an smut teemin doon. It’s gey heavy and is coating the groond somethin awfie. Like snaw. They must be … Continue reading Fliskie.
Alfie dear, ah’ve an awfie urge tae have some mair bairns. Cos them berries gie us aw the vivers aw year roond we’ll ever need and it’s gien me a spring in my step. It’s aw … Continue reading Vivre.
He couldni be in better hauns than wee Hoolet Erchie there to be cairried forrit into the New Year. He’s nivir drapped a soul yet twixt one year an the next. Mind his pipe leaves an … Continue reading Cairry
I’m going to share mha secret scone recipe on this wax cylinder furlie for aw youz in the future. Whit can ah say, ahm a techie. Ah hope ye enjoy mha soond effects. “Sift 32oz, o … Continue reading Soond.
Awfie sorry boss the trees wir awfie gropsie this year and hoovered up the lot. It’s usually jist the Aurach that’s graapus fur chocolate. So it’s jist the yin for ye this year ‘n it’s peerie … Continue reading Gropsie.
Tak a guid luik. If’n ye can see it. Ye dinni see them affen cos humans are aye luikin tae kill them. Because they think they’re dangerous since they’re gigantic, silent, strang an nearly invisible in … Continue reading Luik.
Whyles ye ken, an awfie wee thing can mak ye canty for a spell e’en in the worst o times. Translate: whiles, whyles: sometimes, occasionally. Sometimes you know, an awfully small thing can make you cheerful … Continue reading Whyles.
The Coo pat slinger. [Night! And oor hero and Malkie Fu expert is oot and aboot … hunting the phantom coopat slinger. Accompanied by his trusty companion – THE DOCTOR.] The doctor: “Aye weel, it’s a … Continue reading Stammer.
It’s awfie hamely o ye tae gie me a wee shottie fur the simmer. Yer a guid man Mr Flowerdew. I ayewis thoucht I’d like a go at butlering efter retiring frae gairdnerin. The extra siller’ll … Continue reading Hamely.
I have my pet craw here wha’s hungert. Kin he rake oer yer kirn-field for leavins sickert frae you eatin him? He’s caw’d Erchie an the wee loun unner me’s mha brither caw’d Windy Windlestrae wha … Continue reading Hungert.