h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Just PLEASE don't contact my daughter, with those same words. She's big enough to be carrying two shetland ponies !!! And she did go one week late, with our last grand-child.

No worries I wont contact anyone

You wouldn't understand half of what she was saying anyway. She's a born and raised Newfoundland, where the common heritage is a unique blend of English, Irish and Scottish. The accents are really varied, and the speed sometimes exceeds that of true "oirish" folks. ,rofl>

Id like to give it a go later it souds an interesting mixture

I have spoken a few times with one of our hostesses, a Lady in the Dublin area. And she was surprised that I didn't need her to repeat herself often. I blamed that on my little girl.

Well you have a good ear for language then

Some is simple luck, I think. A lot of it was my having joined our military so young. Meeting, living, and working with folks from all over this country. Including atleast THREE flavours of french, in their own tongue and accents of the English. "Sink or swim" method.

Impressive you will enjoy Europe...

I also keep my ear attuned by chatting frequently with an Essex Lady, who is a blend of the regions that she has lived in, an English Lady who has lived in Wales for over 20 years, another in Telford, a couple of Manc lads, ... and of course, the Oirish -Wench. Oh, and occassionally a Liverpudlian, living and working in the UAE.

Maybe it's just a matter of having so few grey-cells, they can rattle around and settle in to anything easily?

Well it is surley intelegence and that is apparant as the level of conversation seldom fails to keep up a high standard, so you telephone these folk then.

Yes, sometimes 5 and 6 calls a week. I actually have a far better phone-plan rate (per minute) to anywhere in the UK, any hour of any day, than I can find to call my own daughter. So if we get into a natter mode, the Welsh lines might have a good hour of 'burn-time'. For about 2-quid.

Marvelous any must away to bed sorry to have to go,

Night mate until tomorow

'Tis indeed late by your clock. Sleep well and sound. ANd I'll be back after my work-day again. , mate.

And this journal also having run it's course, and surpassed it's "best before" date, I'll close it out from my Personal Space.

As always, if further posts are added, I'll not see them. Thank you all, for inputs, warm friendship, and random drift.

TTFN

I was too late.....

I've got a lovely poem for you Fluffy Pink
*out to the back to fetch it!

Nick, I was going to have a look at your journal but apparently it is forbidden to me, so whatever life changing thing it was I hope it brought better times.

Websailor

Forbidden Fruit! How so?

Sorry, WebSailor ... I thought this journal, and another, had run their course. And the associated LiveJournal entries as well. So I just left this behind, and sent the LJ bits "inside". They are still visible to anyone else with an LJ account, and who tags me as a 'friend'.

Mostly, it was a flash-back to 30 years ago the date I posted, how and why I stepped out into the world on my own.

you know what thought did!