So, I think I’ve given birth to a Southerner.
I’m not sure how this has happened.
From the word go, I have coached my daughter to say ‘bath’ instead of ‘baaaath’.
‘Grass’ instead of ‘graaaass.’
But, today we had the tea/ dinner debate.
I told her we were going to a friend’s house for tea.
And she looked me directly in the eye and told me I’d got it wrong.
‘No mummy, it’s not tea. We’re going for dinner. ‘
Next she’ll be telling me she doesn’t know what ‘mardy’ means.
Or will look blankly when someone’s having a good old cry and we tell them to ‘stop beeling.’
There’s nothing left for it.
We need to get Granda down to stay for the weekend, flat cap and all.
That’ll set her reet.