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. Saw
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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