English

This humble Yorkshire blog is proud to receive visits from all North Americans. Of course, Canada was once part of The British Empire and since gaining full independence in 1982, it has remained in our Commonwealth of Nations. I suspect that Canadians, at least those whose first tongue is English, generally have a better appreciation of British English than the majority of their neighbours in the USA.

For the purposes of transatlantic understanding, I often find myself having to clarify words and phrases for American visitors to this blog. Since the sixteenth century when British settlers began their new lives in The New World, the English language evolved both here to the east of the Atlantic Ocean and over there to the west. Many differences have emerged.

The list below is meant to be generally helpful for those who live in the shade of the star-spangled banner...

BRITISH ENGLISH     AMERICAN ENGLISH

chips  =  fries
crisps  = chips
rubbish   =    garbage
trousers  =  pants
biscuit   =  cookie
aeroplane  =  airplane
nappy   =   diaper
catalogue   =   catalog
football   =  soccer
caravan   =   trailer
dummy  =  pacifier
lift  =  elevator
pocket money   =  allowance
vest   =   undershirt
tea towel   =  dish towel
boot (car)  =  trunk
sweets  =  candy
shopping centre  =  mall
arsehole   =   asshole
trump  =  fart
Trump   =  asshole
I am an arsehole  =  covfefe
Please may I have some salted peanuts?  =  Gimme some nuts!
pissed  =  drunk
pissed off  =  pissed

I realise that this is not a comprehensive lexicon but in its small way it should be a useful  aid to residents of the fifty states who seek better understanding in international communicatio.


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Piece

 I’m looking forward to my doctor’s appointment today. I may get relief. To relieve physical pain may release mental anguish. This weekend I achieved a goal, I thought impossible. To think so many people come to read my words every day shocks me. Leaves me speechless. Honestly, I still doubt why He uses me. I’m just me.  No fame. No fortune. No reason logically. To think that God chooses to still find me of value is something I can’t believe. He is using a disabled woman who doubts almost anything every day, yet finds me a perfect vessel for His purpose. Feeling hope today. 

What you do

With me

Each day 

Makes no sense

To this human

But in

Your world

I’m the

Missing puzzle

Piece



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