Me: I just realised we're all going on a highland tour tomorrow and it's Valentine's Day.Dad:
Me: Sunday.
Dad: And that's Valentine's Day?
Me: Yes.
Dad: What date is that?
Me: The 14th.
Dad: Oh good. I just bought an Economist that was dated the 13th - I was hoping I hadn't bought it at the end of its circulation.
Yes, it may seem a little odd going on a highland tour on Valentine's Day, but at least now you know the context.
And now, scenery, scenery, scenery. And a heelan' coo ...
Luke a' thart ... ah, forget it. On second thoughts ....
He had a name, which I have since forgotten.
Dad, contemplating the Marvin Gaye classic, "Ain't No Mountain High Enough".
Mum, Shelley, Mountain.
Me, Shelley, Hoodie. The one you put on your head, not the one from the Blowfish.
3 comments:
His name was Hamish.
Heemish the coo!
I'm with your dad.
I laughed and laughed and laughed.
I would have laughed much more if you'd immersed yourself in the accent again and given us some new Scortish phrases. So would Berry. Your Popular Oncle Jules stock would've shot straight up.
Still, the Valentine's exchange was brilliance.
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