Friday, January 30, 2009

another language

Happy New Year! Hello Year of the Ox! Happy Belated Robbie Burns Day!

I've been pretty out of it for the past couple of weeks since we've had a steady stream of house guests since returning from Ireland. To quote Carla from Top Chef "my zen is zonked".

But, life goes on and, in addition to everything else going on, we are contemplating buying a car. I know! surprises me too. So, we've got to figure out the hows and wherefores of the parking permit. Now this is not difficult by any standards: call a number, get transferred, have the process explained to you, etc. Then I asked directions to the office to pick up the form.

The office is just off the Royal Mile, which is easy enough. And then the woman on the phone said something about the office being near the budgies. Budgies? What budgies? Clearly I misunderstood  - unless there are wild budgies around here that I have yet to find and boy! wouldn't visitors enjoy seeing wild budgies? There can do a whole festival around the budgies, this would be a great tourist attraction, no? Anyhoodle, I did ask her three times to repeat herself and there are only so many times you can say "pardon me" without coming across a little slow. So, I said "right then" and hung up and have been wondering what budgies could possibly mean.

It took Peter 24 hours to guess that she meant the bridges.

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