In Kinghorn, Fife.

My Nan would let me hold the message as we went from Castlerig, down the hill, into the High Street.

She had a well travelled road. Butcher. Baker. Greengrocer. Post Office.

Mutton Pies (OMG, I’d die for a Mutton/Scotch Pie right now) Mince.

Baps…Scottish soft floured rolls.

Neeps and tatties. NEEPS are NOT turnips. They are Scandinavian aka SWEDES.

Stamps.

Gerard Butler was a Spartan in Hollywood filums?

His accent often slipped and spoiled the whole thing for me :o)

BTW – HM Forces always use the word SCRAN. And my Dad being 6ft and dark was always the First Footer on Hogmanay. With his piece of coal and bottle of whiskey. FACT!