Friday means replenishing the pantry for the hungry hordes over the weekend - a fond memory I have as a child is being asked to 'go and get the messages', a wonderfully vague phrase which meant popping to the shops for a few bits and pieces. If I was fortunate, I might have a penny or two left over for some skoosh and jube-jubes, or maybe even a lucky potato.

From bitter experience, I learnt the hard way that the Scots tongue, while poetic, sing-song and full of gallus and braw phraseology is a peculiar and incomprehensible beast to those who don't speak her and definitely not one for using down here in leafy Gloucestershire, so 'going shopping' it is from now on :o)