It's all because of the Rugby World Cup in New Zealand. Scotland are playing England for a place in the quarter finals at 8:30 am, our time.
Now of course, being a typical Scot, my sporting interest revolves around a passionate desire to see England beaten. By absolutely anyone, anywhere, any time. But especially of course by Scotland.
Well, as you all know, the English are arrogant, smug, over-bearing, uptight, need I go on?
The tricky thing is that Gail is actually English. So long as she keeps her mouth shut, I can pretend otherwise. After all, she is pale-skinned and a bit freckly, not that arrogant, and the longer she stays in Aberdeen the more moths fly out on the rare occasions she opens her purse to buy me a treat... She fits in quite well here. But then she gives it all away the minute she calls out "Buh-tie", not "Bearrr-tie" when I am running around in the park. The shame.
And you know what REALLY GETS MY GOAT!!!
To hear Gail going round saying, in those oh so patronising English tones, things like "well I do like to see the Scotland team do well, on the whole, even though I basically support England".
Grrrrhhh. Can you hear me gnashing my teeth?
So Saturday morning could turn into a right stramash. Forget about being nice to the convalescent.
PS From Gail:
Q: How do you spot a well-balanced Scotsman/dog?
A: They'll have a chip on both shoulders.
