When I first moved from London to a small Scottish village many years ago at about 12 years old. I had a thick Cockney accent. My classmates were always asking me to say the firty faasand fevvers thing. It gave them a good laugh. Mind you, to give them their due, they did teach me the correct way to say it. Which probably accounts in large part how I eventually lost my London twang.
Nowadays I don't know what I sound like. Some people say I sound posh. One woman I had an argument with about inconsiderate car parking some time ago, called me a ' "fucking posh bastard" '. Which considering my background, and on reflection, was quite funny. If she only knew!
Thirty thousand is also the number of page views this humble blog has reached. I feel like having a break from it for a while.
Mind you, blogging can be quite addictive, I don't know if I can stay away, but I am going to try.
Come come now. None of that. There is really no need for sadness. I shall still be here. I shall just be quiet for a while. Charge my batteries, and come back again, raring to go.
How long for? A few days. Maybe more. I am going to miss you, you know that!
|I have not claimed copyright on this photo, because I know some of you might want to download it!|
Lots of love. God bless.