“groovy mother...”

This is going to seem vocally narcissistic, but…

It would appear that I now have a “thing” for the Scottish accent.

I had to phone up the Bank of Scotland to sort out some stuff with my British bank accounts, and each of the women I spoke to had lovely lilting west-coast Scots accents. They sounded really quite yummy.

I think I may now understand why Joy puts up with me.