My late first hubby was a Scot and even though we lived in England we regularly visited his family up North. Irn Bru called ginger, a sandwich called a piece, knocking on the door was called chapping, food shopping was going for the messages and not to mention square sausages, a plain loaf and a Glasgow kiss lol. It fascinated me hearing his relatives talk but I must confess his brother in law who hailed from Castlemilk was often a nightmare to understand. He spoke so quickly, once fell out with me because I wore a green and cream striped jumper ( yes really ! ) and it was an education when he took me to the Barras where everything and anything was on sale and not all of it legal.
