treacherous pillows
Thank Moro its Wednesday (if it were Thursday I'd be thanking Curly - Wurly). I've so far had a strange and long week. The week has been strange mainly because I have a cold and my perception of the world has shifted to include tissues - many, many tissues - and lemsips. Despite my misery I kinda enjoyed myself this weekend as the bf, otherwise known as the batgimp (still daft), showered me with love n sympathy, in return I showered.
Met with the conservationist today, apparently out of the 10,000's of types of mould there are only 49 can cause serious harm to humans. It was the 'only' comment I enjoyed. I'm currently eyeing the collection with a strong degree of suspicion. Who knows what lurks in dem, der boxes (snigger).
In further news.......I had my first Irish lesson last night in about 8 years. Considering that I spent 14 years in primary and secondary having lessons and also considering that passing it at leaving cert level was mainly due to convergence of events such as hell freezing over and a deaf examiner from Donegal (tricked into going to Kerry by a nefarious and twisted Irish teacher- are there any other kind)...............where was I was..........oh yes 'Irish not good, me not good Irish have'..........So to make a short story shorter, the teacher last night spoke Irish, I know this doesn't seem to be unusual behaviour for an Irish teacher to indulge in....but it was bunchursa, bunchursa!!! This means something where I come from (and after checking the dictionary I can tell you it means 'beginners'). Speaking Irish like we understood a word of what he said, it was like speaking Russian to a Flemish duck. In fact it was like using a Donegal accent any further south than Galway. Incomprehensible.
Still I did learn something, well four things to be accurate - first, Ni thigim mean 'nope, don't gotcha' - Ni thigim (with emphasis) means 'seriously dude, i wasn't lying the first time, I really have no idea what you're saying' thirdly 'nee tigum' means 'right - i thought i was saying i don't understand the previous two times but obviously I must have been mispronouncing it so now i'm gonna try it this way'
and the last thing I learnt, the reason I have a permanently puzzled look on my face is due to the fact that I spent 14 years of my school life staring at a legion of Irish teachers in exactly the same way as I stared at that bloke last night.
Met with the conservationist today, apparently out of the 10,000's of types of mould there are only 49 can cause serious harm to humans. It was the 'only' comment I enjoyed. I'm currently eyeing the collection with a strong degree of suspicion. Who knows what lurks in dem, der boxes (snigger).
In further news.......I had my first Irish lesson last night in about 8 years. Considering that I spent 14 years in primary and secondary having lessons and also considering that passing it at leaving cert level was mainly due to convergence of events such as hell freezing over and a deaf examiner from Donegal (tricked into going to Kerry by a nefarious and twisted Irish teacher- are there any other kind)...............where was I was..........oh yes 'Irish not good, me not good Irish have'..........So to make a short story shorter, the teacher last night spoke Irish, I know this doesn't seem to be unusual behaviour for an Irish teacher to indulge in....but it was bunchursa, bunchursa!!! This means something where I come from (and after checking the dictionary I can tell you it means 'beginners'). Speaking Irish like we understood a word of what he said, it was like speaking Russian to a Flemish duck. In fact it was like using a Donegal accent any further south than Galway. Incomprehensible.
Still I did learn something, well four things to be accurate - first, Ni thigim mean 'nope, don't gotcha' - Ni thigim (with emphasis) means 'seriously dude, i wasn't lying the first time, I really have no idea what you're saying' thirdly 'nee tigum' means 'right - i thought i was saying i don't understand the previous two times but obviously I must have been mispronouncing it so now i'm gonna try it this way'
and the last thing I learnt, the reason I have a permanently puzzled look on my face is due to the fact that I spent 14 years of my school life staring at a legion of Irish teachers in exactly the same way as I stared at that bloke last night.
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