Ye're gey floorie.

"We need some planters for the wedding", they said.
"To stop people falling off the decking", they continued blithely.
"About six". This last as they were already pulling away across the carpark.

So two at a time I loaded number seventy two ("our" gator,) and processed the 2km to the wedding marquee. It was a slow procession, and quite small (only one floral float) but I made up for it by singing brass band marches all the way there.

(Do you think I have been on my own too long?)

When I got there the first time, Davie, who used to be a shepherd in the Borders, made the remark in my title. In the voice he only uses for the English.