Scottish grans (and friends)

Aye. Me an a'

Nae me, nae haar bit feelin awffy wabbit.

Nae haar here eether.

It's no sae much that I'm wabbit, it's that by this afternoon I'll be drookit.

Haar's awa noo aboot here

I dinna like feeling drookit, but in 3 months I will be telling youse all how cold ah am.

Barbeque at Guid son's yestreen. Ah sat neath a tree fur shade. Noo covert in Midgie bites. Gairden was hoachin wi them.

Nae sign o' the rain, mibbe the morn's morn?

Am fair scunnered, this heats daein' ma heid in!
Ah still look peely wally, but cannae be bothered wi aw that fake tan rubbish!

Rain's coming the nicht, here. We'll see. Nae eesst tae this...

Hoachin! I've no heard that in years!!

Aye me twa. Gairdn hoatchen wi midgs at nicht. Wabbit by then. Can be drookit twa.

Haar a’ roon i coast yestreen, fae Peterheid tae Inversneckie! Twa quines wiz in i watter sweemin in Nairn! Feel gypes.

Drookit? Cannae wait! Bring ut oan.

Fit like Aveline? Foo’s yir doo’s?

Ahm fae lowland Scoatland. Nane o' yer Doric blethers fur me.

My MIL and her sister would talk like yoos are all day long and half of the night. I had no idea what they were talking about ?‍?

We shouldnae be complainin, this weather’ll soon turn an we’ll aw be greetin aboot the cauld, it is making be wabbit anaw mind ye. Nae midges roon aboot here this year. ?

Sun's peekin' oot here noo the haar's awa. Gaan tae be het...

Ocht!!

Aye aye abody! Am frae near Stoney. Bide doon in Surrey noo (Ah ken. Dinna say it)
Wur gettin 33C the day. Heid's bilin. Far's the haar fan ye need it?

The bairns arriving , always fun nay greetin' allowed a Grans hoose.

I've had ma' porridge and salad awaits.
They'll be naw 'youse have had yer tea here?'

Looking forward ta dreich day we' mince and tatties for oor tea..

Am awa ben the lobby tae sort oot the wain's toys and oor Willie and The Broons annuals.

Havin an affy sare foot the morn hiplin roond like awld Granny Much.
In a wee bitty minute need tay hurl the barra roond ma green .

Granny Much, at's an auld een!

Mi man's awa oot ti pint the sills afore i' sun comes roon. I'm jist watchin' !

Roon here ut's no the midgies, ut's the berry bugs. Ah git a new crop o' bites tae scratch ivery time ah set fit in the gairdn.

Cherrytree59 - "need tay hurl the barra roond ma green"