Tunnocks (2005-10-26 - 4:19 p.m.)
I get called a lot of things here, actually. (No, not like that.) You get called “pal” or “mate” whether you’re male or female up here by cab-driver sorts of people. Women usually go with “hen”. No idea what bit of England it is (Yorkshire, probably) but we get loads of English people calling in who refer to me as “love”. That threw me off a bit at first. It seemed at first to be a term of endearment from a perfect stranger, whereas most Canadians would not call you “love” unless they were actually married to you, and then only if they were sure there was no one else in the vicinity. Here it’s just an all-purpose way to refer to a woman. strange.
Two quizzes that are going around:
and What book are you?
Quite pleased with both results. Look out, world – there is a very depressed lion running around clutching a skull and spouting poetry!
In other news, I am very short of money till the end of the month so I am laying low. Not such a bad thing. Lins is staying with us for a bit between getting back from her travels and finding a flat. So nice to have another girl around to talk to (no offense Brandon!) Besides which she cooked us a huge meal of salmon, potatoes and veg on Monday night. I’m not usually much of a fish person but this was delicious, and I’m thinking about experimenting with her recipe.
The Corpse Bride with Andrew (of course). Enjoyed it and briefly considered painting myself blue and finding an old charity-shop wedding dress for Hallowe’en, but will probably go with my original plan of cowgirl. The hat needs an outing.
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