Scottish Word: Daeless.
Wheesht min, dinni be sae daeless! it’s a boolder drapped oan ma leg no a chuckie, gie yer finger a rest. Tak a look an see hoo bad’s the leg an if we need tae phone … Continue reading Daeless.
Wheesht min, dinni be sae daeless! it’s a boolder drapped oan ma leg no a chuckie, gie yer finger a rest. Tak a look an see hoo bad’s the leg an if we need tae phone … Continue reading Daeless.
Jings that wiz Sinjin Pithoolwait efter a rabiator oan the back o Sangria and she’s got a bleezin skelter on. She’s losing twigs o birch frae her besom at a feersum rate which micht gar her … Continue reading Skelter.
Ah’m a guild accredited souter ye ken, there’s no need tae hing aboot getting in a flap. I’ve un-dented yer siller toecaps, re-soled, generally repaired, and pit in extra heavy tacks, siller inaw. Whit have ye … Continue reading Souter.
Hoo dare ye! Hoo dare ye even think ye might have trow shairn oan yer boot from the gravel trows! Gravel Trow shairn’s aye gently blown oot their nether end as rock dust in the twilight. … Continue reading Shairn.
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.
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.
Weel done lankie airmed man. Yiv saved me frae a robbin an gien the badjin a crookit nebbit. Mairie me – ah’ll sing yer sang. “The lankie airm man’s no a snarkie deil man, he’s a … Continue reading Lankie.
Ah’m awfie sorry Tabbatha but yer pal’s a hoor o a gamaleerie. Ahm afraid she’ll hae tae get her jotters. We’ll never win oor siller gilt at the Freuchie flooer show at this rate. She’ll hae … Continue reading Gamaleerie.
Excerpt from the Robert Burns’ poem: A Winters Night. …Oh ye! who, sunk in beds of down, Feel not a want but what yourselves create, Think, for a moment, on his wretched fate, Whom friends and … Continue reading Pouthery.
Richt a bit, richt a bit, forrit forrit, noo left a wee bit. Noo richt an back a bit. Guid! Yer guid noo, hud it like that. The cheese factory is comin up on yer beam … Continue reading Richt.