I've been following Sue's Red Marker Blogathon with great interest, and especially enjoy reading the comments. A lot of the common errors one sees have been covered, so I have little to contribute.
Among the many 'englishes' we encounter, though, the errors made by working class people who have just a smattering of the language, are often rather endearing.
The SRE's caddy sends him an SMS one morning, saying ' Call me at this nambar.'
A long ago employee had to take her daughter for a Hex-ra ( an X-ray).
According to my driver, the substitute car has many 'poblem.'
And last, but most definitely not the least, I had the plumber in last week, and among other items on his bill, this one stood out: 'Shit cover.'
Could anything be possibly more appropriate for a toilet seat?
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
A Last Farewell
My father passed away on Friday, the 4th of June, 2010.
Although he had been ailing for the past few months, it was a gentle passing, and he was able to speak almost till the very end. (He actually had some juice and buttermilk five minutes before he slipped away).
I like to think that he and my mother are together again.
Goodbye, Daddy, and thank you for everything.
More later.
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