Biggin this jigsaw’s a complete doddle. A didni need tae consult the instructions yince. Ah’m gonna bigg it again ahn again. Translate: doddle: easy, entirely not difficult. Building this jigsaw’s as easy as a walk in … Continue reading Doddle.
No I’m no gien mha whisky tae the dug. The thoucht! That’d be daft. An’ cruel. He’s getting his Hogmanay treat o a bittie oatcake wi dods o some crowdie. Made frae the donations o Elsie … Continue reading Crowdie.
Sic a wealthy gowk as yersel I widni let pass while ye heedlessly siller-blind remain. Nor blythely wid I greet the faithless man wha siller-dodges aw the while. So I tak this pike o snaw white-siller, … Continue reading Gowk.
Weeel Dougal, yer a toucan that loves yer scrat o the back o the neck the day. Mind, yer moultin an seekin a coorie-in mair than usual. Translate: scrat: scratch, claw. Well well Dougal you’re a … Continue reading Scrat.
Tis a feat indeed Captain tae get yer puggie tae skrauch at iviry bell o the watch. But dis it no have an aff switch ataw. It wis very droll to begin with. Translate: scrauch, skrauch: … Continue reading Skrauch.
Canni noo, canni, dinni be jooglin the stick, steady, steady. Tak a meenit, tak a meenit, chap it neat noo. Ye get this richt ye’ve won. Get it wrang wi yir cue baw fawin doon the … Continue reading Joogle.
Tak care Pettigrew it’s mittled monie a weel protected agronomist ahn hardy nochtie arboriculturalist chiel mair than ye ken. Ahn we’ve got their bluid oer here tae prove it. Dae it doon ahn gie it a … Continue reading Mittle.
Ye’ll hae tae ken the name o this form o poetry tae get the lauch. Coo’s eild ee luiks doun foo hope tae see green farin! Green watter. Joy! Aye. Translate: eild: barren, no longer producing … Continue reading Eild.
Yer no hairse in the least. Yer scroban soonds fine tae me, yer lighs are clear, an so’s yer thrapple. Ye’ll jist hae tae face facts an admit that yiv got a boukit craw’s heid insteid … Continue reading Hairse.
Weel weel aw oor cookin up o this virus has resulted in a wee bonus o this wee bittie cloot* whit’ll keep the smeek an smuir oot o oor lighs. ahn whit’s mair if’n we whip … Continue reading Smuir.