Ya I totally understood the “our” as Northern. I really liked being immersed in Mancunian and Lancs and related accents for four days – I liked being in a place where the default accent is Northern.
I didn’t so much like all the football shouting. There was a match the day I arrived. Urk.
*jealous*
I’m too broke for even then short jump across the Channel. (And I’m cat-sitting.)
Fascinating. Really, Ophelia, could you make every post as bland and uninformative as this one? Thanks.
Wut, is this like the first time you’ve ever read a post on Butterflies and Wheels, boggle?
Some people…
Yes, do you mind, boggle?
Our Ophelia is feeling laconic.
@’Tis Himself:
The word “our” was unnecessary.
“The word “our” was unnecessary”
It’s OK, it’s a North of England thing, as in “Our Mam”, or “Our (insert name here)”.
I hope ar/ower/our Ophelia is ok, and not taken with a touch of Stendhal syndrome, as is likely amongst visitors to Manchester
Next time I meet Paula Kirby I fear I may be in for a spanking session. I’m feeling slightly apprehensive.
Ya I totally understood the “our” as Northern. I really liked being immersed in Mancunian and Lancs and related accents for four days – I liked being in a place where the default accent is Northern.
I didn’t so much like all the football shouting. There was a match the day I arrived. Urk.
(I’m back.)