"I'm doing the shopping online this week," Keith announced, rolling up his sleeves at the computer. He began to go through the list...
"Soya milk?" he asked.
"Yes, please, three."
"I wonder what a soya looks like?" he mused.
"As big as a sheep? Would we have room for one on the lawn?"
"Maybe one, but not a herd."
"Is it a herd of soya? Maybe it's a flock."
"No, it's a shower - definitely a shower of soya," he announced firmly. "They have 27 legs and they're black and white."
"Would we have enough grass for a shower of soya to feed on?" I wondered.
"They don't eat grass, they eat coal grit. They live in south Wales because they like the coal grit there better than up here in the north. It's not gritty enough here. Now, what about yogourt?"
It's reassuring to know that one can have these intellectual discussions chez Jennyta...innit?
Plaster board and dust
So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...
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So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them... -
This is Keith in the car park of Moel Famau country park this morning. We decided that, as Christmas day this year was going to be a q...
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When all this first happened, last week, I was sure that I would not want or be able to mention it at all on this blog. Now, however. I feel...
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"Soya" is actually an expression used by children in the playground when they're playing hide and seek but I suppose the author of this blog hasn't witnessed the use of the expression as she is probably in the staffroom nattering, supping tea and flicking through holiday brochures - like most teachers - as the children enjoy their playtime. "Hey Mfanwy! Owan! Daffyd! I soya!"
'in the staffroom nattering, supping tea and flicking through holiday brochures' - no, I think you'll find that's secondary teachers! ;)
I forgot to mention knitting patterns...
No, I'm sure it's a "Linda" of soya.
YP - you're getting sexist now!;)
SP - that sounds about right. :)
Hey, and I bet you tell the kids that a haggis is a sheep with two legs shorter than the other to stop them falling over on those steep Welsh mountains..Oh how we laughed...
No, actually, that's a Yorkshire sheep. Thought everyone knew that!
No it ain't. Ooooop here in gods own country our sheep have back legs longer than front legs for climbing owt o' t'vallies.
Maybe I'm thinking of Derbyshire, then, George. ;) But who says it's God's own country? Proof please!
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