Thursday, 29 April 2010

Daffodils

I should have known it wasn't going to go well when he text me to say I would know who he was as he was wearing a daffodil. It never occurred to me that he might be Welsh. He certainly didn't sound Welsh when we chatted on the 'phone. Anyway - he was - Welsh I mean - (not wearing a Daffodil). No offence to the Welsh - but they're a bit odd aren't they? (Must be all those sheep).

In person he did sound a bit Welsh - mind you most of the accent had been knocked off after 20 years of working as a Consultant in Sheffield's Northern General Hospital - a Doctor you see - no bin men for this girl...Oh no!

Anyway - enough of that - there's something about the Welsh which just simply doesn't appeal. I'm not sure what it is - but my anti-Welsh feelings were just re-inforced :) Bigoted? Racist? Worried about burning holiday cottages? All possible.

....And he had this annoying habit that some people have when they have a little phrase that they keep on repeating over and over and over again.

On a plus point he did know three chaps who I went to school with who have since become Doctors. Small world. Will I be seeing him again? No, I'll leave him to Blodwyn.

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