The phrase (for anyone not of Scottish extraction) means little frightened animal.
There is much information on this blog. We learn in Renault, no, no that…. achetez Renault, vous roulerez à vélo. Now, I know that “Oh so well!”
There is also much humour…..
You really do need to check out the machine translations at Dead donkey en sauce!
And, almost like that early scene from Trainspotting (where Ewan McGregor dives into a toilet to rescue his drugs), in Pride comes before having to plunge your hand down the toilet we discover that you really should keep a tight grip on your iPhone if you’re having a wee!
I think that Lesley lived in Edinburgh. Trainspotting was set in Edinburgh. I’m not sure if there’s any connection?
Anyway, Lesley seems to have got another iPhone as in Rainy Sunday Afternoon she mentions that the nine gorgeous photos that illuminate that post were all taken by her iPhone.
Or, then again, perhaps she just fished out the old one, wiped it off and put it back in her pocket?
Lesley seems to share with me that strange affliction when it comes to remembering where we parked our cars. The Disappearing Car explains all!
And also, Fur coat and nae knickers, brings memories flooding back to me, of the time when I went to the work doctor for a blood test and…. well that would be telling but, I wans’t going to put on my best undies just for a blood test, was I?
I really do like Lesley’s photo montages (although I’m not sure if they were taken with her iPhone or not?) Some good examples are….
2). Blue and
At the same time, she obviuously doesn’t look at her life in France through rose tinted glasses as we find out at …but I’m not so keen on. Especially when she says…. “And most of all I detest the dog shit that lies in wait on the pavements”. Mind you, after that iPhone in the toilet episode you’d have thought she might be used to…..
Anyway, moving on (rather rapidly)…. Lesley also ponders what it would have been like If we’d had Facebook in the 80s? I, for one, am so glad we didn’t! Lesley’s list could be mine; apart, that is, from the one about having a perfect flick in her hair today à la Farrah Fawcett Majors. I actually never got to do that! For which I’m eternally grateful!
Then again, the post about This is How Old I Am also rings a few bells. Although I do have to amplify on fact no three… I remember when getting money out of an ATM felt like engaging in a futuristic act. Most of the time it’s a bl**dy miracle if I can get any money out of an ATM!
I suppose I shouldn’t laugh but Locked out reminds me of the time I rented a car to go to an interview, parked the car in a mutlistorey car park and then after the interview (didn’t get the job), couldn’t remember which car park, what colour the car was and could only guess at the make! Thanks for sharing, Lesley!
And, unless I stop here, I’m going to end up reviewing every post on this highly interesting blog. And that just wouldn’t do; you’d miss out on the opportunity to discover it yourself!
So, put your glad rags on and head off to Peregrinations. Just make sure you don’t step in the dog shit that lies in wait on the pavements! And, whatever you do… Hang on to that iPhone!
And me? Well, I off to check out the footie at…. Football crazy, football mad!
All the best