This morning we all went to the local 'market' down on the Marine Parade. It's somewhere between a craft fair and a car boot sale. What one can get, of course, is ice cream, coffee and a whole host of other culinery delights (yeah right) and candy floss! Wendy and I stuck to coffee.
Optimism in Trouble
1 week ago
A dentist's wife lets her children eat candy floss! Ma crack's a fanny!
ReplyDeleteIsn't the big fella Wendy's double ? Sorry, I can't remember which boy is which.
ReplyDeleteMa crack's a fanny is a Ruthism for a gaelic phrase, the spelling of which is beyond me. It means 'the end is nigh', and is used as an expression of surprise, as I recall - akin to 'bloomin' eck' or the like. I do know the last bit is ' a hanaig', I think, which means 'coming' (ish). It has nothing to do with planting potatoes, the only other gaelic sentence I remember from Della's gaelic classes for the white settlers.
ReplyDeleteOn good authority (Katie Anne) its "mo creach sa thanig", the "t" being silent
ReplyDeleteThank goodness for someone with a gaelic connection. That's that poblem solved, but it will still be 'ma crack's a fanny' in our house. That's how language develops, but I'll wait until the phrase is more established before uttering the alternative version at Back Free Kirk on Sunday. I know - how likely is that? Not my saying it, but my being in the Free Church on Sunday.
ReplyDeletePS Thanks for the socks.