Wednesday, 11 September 2013

Christmas Is Coming

We lunge from skies blue and golden to skies leaden grey as this morning we wake up to dripping rain, and yesterday's bright sun is a dim memory.

Isa picks up a make-up set with mirror and eyeshadows. "Would that dae a fourteen year aul'?" she asks me. I am browsing and nod positively, but Isa asks another woman the same question.
"Ah'm no gettin that much for Christmas this year," says the woman and Isa nods violently in agreement. 
"Oh, Ah'm the same. It's goat ridiculous. That was us last year, he was wantin wan a thae big computer things, it wis big, goes up and doon, so we halved for it. But it's a' the wee incidentals, aftershave n everythin'".
"Aye, Ah'm the same. Everythin's goat that expensive and wee'er."
Isa picks up a gift pack of aftershave. "Aye, yer right enough. We were up in Costco and see everythin, there's at least a pound or two oan it fae last year. An' everythin's downsized."
"Naw, they'll just have to make dae wi what they get."
Isa puts the gift pack back on the shelf. 

2 comments:

David Thomson said...

Love the word "wee'er". Difficult to decide on apostrophe or triple e. It's a word I'd hardly notice in speech, but the written word stands out. It's a great wee Scottish word.
Oh and Christmas is coming. I saw some snowmen in a shop window. Some big ones and some that were a wee bit weeer. Cheers.

Nihil Sine Labore said...

wee/er, wee,er, I know. We should have been taught this in school.