In Yorkshire in the Psychiatric Hospital
October 4, 2017 4:56pm CST
I once worked in the infamous High Royds (look it up on youtube if you want nightmares.) New to Yorkshire, I was confused (working on a psych ward,) to be asked to "mash the tea." We worked so hard we were always saying we were "reet lavvered." Buns were cakes. I caught a "Booos" not a bus to work. To this day, I cannot say "bus" that Yorkshire "ooo" stays with you. What always puzzles me is how any foreigner learns English at all because in the part of London my Grandad came from and our house too, you got a cup of "Rosy Lea" and went up the "apples and pears." I leave you to work those two out.
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• Oxford, England
Yes but that morning I was asked to make the tea on the first day of my job in that psychiatric ward I really thought they'd all lost the plot. All the nurses were expecting me to understand and were completely complex perplexed that I had no idea what they were on about. I guess if you work in a place and you use a language you gradually believe that everybody else will understand you.