In Kincardineshire we were "peched oot" when we ran out of breath and "fair trauchled" when tired out and fed up. If we fancied something to chew when playing outside we could pick "soorocks" (sorrel leaves) which tasted like vinegar. In winter we "skited" (slipped) on the ice in the playground.
Will Labour backing rejoining be the “end” or the “making” of them??
What job would you do now, if you had the choice? (Light hearted)


