Languaged.

Lang...

Lang syne.

Ah. The Scottish accent. One of my favourites.. though to be quite honest I have many favourites....The Scottish rates highly though.. perhaps I'm biased because it courses through by veins? Ha. I am a Disgrace to the Lindsay and McDonald clans I can't even pull off a decent crappy version of a Scots accent... auch aye.

My Granma calls bobby pins kirbies and she doesn't call crying babies 'crying babies'- she calls them 'greeting bearns'.

My Granma came from Kirkcauldy, Fife. She moved here in 1952. She does have a distinct accent- only I can't hear it....

She came out here with her best friend Marianne, Mariannes' sister Margaret and their brother Ian.

To Melbourne. My Granma went back to Melbourne recently, With Aunty Marianne ( Yes, Granma married Ian (aka Grandad). she's never been home to Kirkcauldy though. I know she misses it. She likes to talk about, meander down memory lane.. particularly when she and Aunty Marianne get together.. the have a good long blether. Aunty Margaret moved back to Scotland. Grandad died in 1997. Same time as Princess Diana.. only he isn't still in the papers only in our hearts. My Grandad was great. Grandad had the best laugh and made the best mashed potato and he loved macaroni and cheese. He was always laughing and always playing- he had a giant spoon the said 'Worlds Greatest Stirrer'. He was clever and brilliant and my sister never met him and now I am home alone crying and I'm not talking about language at all. It kills me because I was seven and I loved him and I never even got to say good bye. Bronwyn never got to say hello. It's all so fragile.

'In quiet moments when memories abound

we will have been honured to have known you

and call you, my husband, my father

my grandad,

my brother, my uncle

my friend.'