Sadly I had a dream about Accy Web last night.
In my dream I was told off by Gayle, for keep posting 'are' when I mean 'our. It might have been that Gayle was my dream girl because we play Scrabble so much, I don't really know. Still it makes a change from dreaming about running a shoe designing business in Italy with Lily, an Accy Webber I've never met...except in my industrious slumbers.
I do keep writting 'are' instead of 'our'. I usually see it and manage to edit those posts before the edit timer kicks in, but not always.
To say I read so much my spelling isn't that good, but I do try, and find Google a God send, when it asks 'do you mean...?', when you've posted an approximate spelling to the word you're looking for.
I've come to the conclusion I keep 'are'-ing, rather than 'our'-ing, because I pronounce them both the same way.
I think I one finger type what I'm dictating, silently though...and hopefully without my lips moving!
Although my accent is becoming stronger, living half my life away from Lancashire has affected my accent. I'm still definitely a 'keep off the grah-ss', rather than a 'grass-ss' sort of speaker. At a meeting today someone asked how long I'd lived up here, and rudely thought I was a southerner. I quickly put her right. My Lancashire roots may have been shaken by my wanderings, but they are still there, as strong as ever, even if the accent sadly isn't.
If my accents ever becomes so strong that I ask you over to 'ower house for a cuppa', then I'll never 'are' onstead of 'our' again. If in the meantime a few slip in, please forgive me.
Anymore amusing Lancashire dialect oddities?
I remember some people from Surrey we met on holiday years ago, looked most perplexed when we told them our waiter had been 'crammed' that morning.