Put in my place
I was watching The Politics Show on Sunday with Christie (my 15 year old niece). She was on Cartoon Network but I wrestled the remote from her. “Don’t you ever get bored with politics?” was all she could say. Anyway she soon got interested when she heard Nicola Sturgeon being introduced as “the Deputy First Minister of Scotland”.
“I know the Deputy First Minister of our country?” she gasped. Actually, she didn’t gasp. She never gasps. She’s way too cool for that. But she did sit up and take notice. “The Deputy First Minister of Scotland’s been in my house?”. (I really do hope Nicola’s not reading this.)
Anyway you know how you forget sometimes that you’re not alone and you get talking to yourself? Or to the TV? Or, as on this occasion, to your mate who’s on that TV? And I noticed Nicola was using a teeny bit of slang and heard myself saying out loud:
“FUR Nicola? FUR??? It’s FOR!!”
(You know how I’m so terribly well spoken all of the time myself.)
Anyway the point is that Christie turned to me and said “she’s Scottish *Nantie, you can understand what she’s saying so let her speak the language of the Scots”!!
Talk about being put in your place! Talk about ‘out of the mouths of babes’! And she was right - we are Scottish and why on earth would we want to lose the dialects and the accents of Scotland? Am suitably shamefaced.
Talking of being shamefaced, I haven’t quite got round to buying the card yet so this is the next best thing - it’s Nicola’s birthday today so Happy Birthday Nic! We’ll not mention figures, let’s just say she’s gone from ‘mid’ something to ‘late’ something
*Nantie - it’s an old Scots name for Auntie.
