To You,
As I have mentioned before, I have a bit of a problem with mispronunciations, whether natural or not, i.e. speech impediments vs. ignorance.
The thing I hate most in the world is how some people pronounce the letter 'h'. Instead of 'aitch' as those in the know know, some cretins say 'haitch', a way with the propensity to make me hate living. Their (rather thin) argument is that 'h' produces a 'huh' sound when used in a word. My (incredible ) counter-argument is that 'm' makes a 'muh' sound yet is not called 'mem'. One nil to me. Hoorah.
I foresee a future where those who say 'scohne' and those who say 'scon' are engaged in a bitter war, ravaging the homes and lives of millions, creating a post-apocalyptic wasteland known as 'Raisin Cake Land', where everyone will live in harmony and those who dare to utter the forbidden 's' word will be put to death. Immediately. Two nil to me. Hoorah.
Something funny for you; my friend once ironically said 'mispronOUnciation'. I laughed. Not with her, but at her. Three nil to me.
Hoorah.
M.
P.S. Knitting with big needles is proving more difficult than I imagined; it's all a massive tangly mess with the occasional legitimate stitch. At least it's not as difficult as crocheting, or, as the aforementioned friend calls it, 'knitting for people who can only afford one needle'. Cretin.
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