Doric- I learnt a new word!

Een.  = One.  That een is a deer.

You eens is you ones.  As in "Ye eens can choose."  The vowels are completely altered.

Here  is a tale I heard today.


A loon (young man) gets on a bus and asks the driver, "Is your wifie's eye okay?"
The driver replies, "I dinna ken."  (I don't know.)


An English woman on the bus hears this exchange and is horrified that the driver does not know if his wife's eye is okay.


What the young man was actually asking was 


"Is the Wi fi okay."  


(Most of our buses up here in the North East of Scotland have free Wi fi connection.)  


So eye = aye (good).  Really confusing!


Imagine this dear friends.  Tuesday is my really busy day when I have coffee in the Cafe Connect in the morning.  This is when we catch up on the Fraserburgh School Cluster Enterprise in Education.  (There is a facebook page I set up for this.)

Just look at the kids concentration.


Our Knitting Nancies go into the schools and share their skills with the children.

The enterprise is to design flooring, benches, waste bins, art, et al for the new Swimming Pool hopefully fully constructed later this year.

Artists impression of.


A 'real' artist has designed a work of art to hang in the entrance hall.

Carn Standing working on his Angel which will hang in the Entrance, he designed this after much research and feed back from the 'Passionate, generous and caring people of the Broch.'

We do, actually, all speak the same language.

Hitting the ground running.

First a bit of calm before the storm.  These daffodils are blooming, today, wild, in the North East of Scotland, just down the lane.

These birds are warming up as day breaks.

And this is what Fraserburgh's new swimming pool will look like.  Opening January 2013.

One of the local head teachers has drawn up a plan to involve all the school children in the area for them to design - oh anything, from art work to park benches.....and she thought it would be a good idea (and cheaper) to involve all the wonderful artists and craft persons in the area.  So who did she land on?  Yep, the Knitting Nancies.
We had an hour and a half's presentation yesterday and I came out reeling.
The Knitting Nancies I should point out just dont do knitting.  We do embroidery, painting, collage, mosaics, whatever we fancy really.  So - wouldnt it be wonderful if we all got involved with the 11 schools in the area and facilitated the kids to do design.  Somewhere along the way I got volunteered to do a blog about the whole exercise.  Well, that just felled me.  Surely a facebook page would be better for kids?  Not sure whether I am on my knitting needles or my paint brush.  Perhaps I could get the kids to do the blog?  


Then !  Dreadful news.  Our art class teacher rushed off to hospital with chest pains.  Like a fool I go down to where we have the class in case anyone turns up who didnt know.  And they did.  Chatted to the janitor and he agreed we could use the room, this week, next week, I now find I am in charge of an art class.


Going to have a lie down now with a glass of wine.  Remember I've been ill......

Tuesday Tittle Tattle.

This is the school which I visit on a Tuesday.  As you can see it is two storeys high.  Most unusual in a modern school.  There are two staircases.  One of which we have to mount to reach our classroom.

The school is on the potential 'hit list' for closure.  Which is a shame.  It is a lovely school, with great aims and ethics.  Presumably one of the reasons is that it is on two floors and therefore does not comply with being disability friendly.
The children were pleased to see us return after the Christmas break.  In fact for the first time ever I was called a lady.  
"Oh the ladies are back!"
The ladies are racking their brains as to what to do with all these cattie tails.  Needless to say Isobel has an idea ..... If it works more will be revealed next week.

My first attempt with acrylic paints.  The camera hasnt reproduced the colours quite correctly, and it does look a bit parroty, so I will see if any of you can tell what it is supposed to be.  I may never paint again if everyone gets it wrong.

Work for the evenings is this lovely saffron coloured wool  intended to be yet another hoody.  This time for a growing granddaughter.

Daily sky picture.  Some of the pink footed geese that go over our house, off to feed.

And finally.  I am off for the chop tomorrow.  Hair wise.  And this is the picture I am taking for Ange, my hairdresser.  I can do the gormless look okay.


Thats it no more tittle tattle.  Until tomorrow.