Scottish Word: Shilagie.
Haein a shilagie plant fur a guru isnae gonna work for you I’m thinkin. I doot that onie plant can exert the fluence on you. Ahn if it does, I’m thinkin it’s coontered by you smoking … Continue reading Shilagie.
Haein a shilagie plant fur a guru isnae gonna work for you I’m thinkin. I doot that onie plant can exert the fluence on you. Ahn if it does, I’m thinkin it’s coontered by you smoking … Continue reading Shilagie.
It’s a fash tae me hoo his glamouried ivy an holly wreath cantled wi mistletoe along wi his favourite herbal medicinal smoke on top o several glasses of Fortified Cranberry Juice is no sootherin his feuch. … Continue reading Cantle.
Dinni worry chiel, wee yins like yersel will hae speelin hecks made o stane when the last o us wid is gone ahn the plastic’s done. Nae speelin oan me. The last o the auld trees. … Continue reading Speel.
Och faither yer scratcher time cuik buik’s awricht in its way. But dae ye no hae a vegan version? Ahm seek o meat, ah dinni mind tellin ye. And scoffin less o it is one wey … Continue reading Cuik.
Wait, wait – let me repay ye wi an aipple. Ye spared my life by no eatin me even tho yer hungert. Ah ken ye like them. It’s frae my secret stash o special aipples anaw. … Continue reading Aipple.
It’s irrelevant that ye sprauchle up a tree cos ye hae a gastrous dreid o cats ya munce ye. Trees is oor second hame. How dae ye no know that? Onywye what cat’s gonna disreul itsell … Continue reading Sprauchle.
Ah’ve an awfie feeling that neb o yoors is leadin us intae trouble. There’s bound tae be pawky chancers hingin aboot in this mirky wid. Translate: pawky: roguish, wily, tricky. I have a terrible feeling that … Continue reading Pawky.
Pou awa, pou awa tae save oor kin. One mair pou an we’ll pit an end tae thon raucle-handed ill-muggent reid heided hedge cutter. Once he’s fusionless, he’s mince. Translate: Ill-muggent: malicious. Pull hard, pull hard … Continue reading Ill-muggent.
I’ve goan ahn volunteered for the green-hoose re-pottin night-shift cause it’s usually restful. An noo ah’ve got the mither o aw fykie mithers eyeballin me through the glaiss yagimentin at my potting on o her wee … Continue reading Fyke.
It’s a sair fecht, this trekin roond an roond an roond up this tower. It’s takin forever – the view frae the tap better be guid. Are ye sure there’s nae better wye than takin this … Continue reading Langsome.