Indeed they cannae. It's ok though. I'm starting to pick up the Belfast accent a wee bit, unfortunately. So that's replacing my Northern accent. I've started to say my name is 'Scat' when I answer the phone
I actually have a bruise on my arse too haha. I was
arsing about the kitchen, dancing and jumping when I hit the corner of the table on my way back up from a crouch drop haha.
Speaking of sore arses - I found an unopened rampant rabbit on the train home on Thursday. I looked up at the shelf and saw a box that was upside down and thought my eyes deceived me when I read it. I went up and gave it a shake and looked inside. I was going to take it but decided not to. Then I looked down the far end of the train and there were a table of women laughing the heads off. I think they planted it there. They wouldn't be laughing if I got off the train with it. They're rather pricey, I belive.