Cwtch and tidy, Wales and the West
Cwtch, tidy, dreckly, proper job. The words from the western edge of Britain that sound like a hug.
"You’ve had a rough day, butt. Come over here, have a cwtch on the sofa, and I’ll stick the kettle on in a minute."
"Passed my driving test first go, mun. Tidy, butt. Get yourself down the pub, we’re having a couple and celebrating like proper."
"Don’t go winding him up, butt, he’s tampin about that electric bill and he’s already slammed the kitchen door twice this morning."
"I'll take the bins out now in a minute, I said, settling deeper into the sofa. Three episodes later the bins were still there and she had that look."
"Just get in the car, mun, we're going to be late for your nan's birthday and she'll have our heads if the cake goes cold."
"You put the remote in the fridge again, butt. Stop being so twp and help me find it before the rugby starts, mun."
"Oi butt, mind that pint on the edge of the table, you'll tump it and soak my new trainers, mun."
"I’m off for a caulk on the sofa, butt, work’s done me in. Give us a nudge in an hour or I’ll miss the lot."
"She got proper chopsy with the ref after that penalty call, yelling from the stands like she was managing the team. Even the stewards were trying not to laugh."
"Alright butt, that new bar by the station is lush. Had a cracking pint and the chips were tidy. We’re going back Friday."
"The view from Tintagel this morning was proper ansome, I tell you. Sun coming through the mist and the sea all turquoise like something off a postcard."
"When you going to mend that gate, my lover? Been hanging off the hinge all week. Alright, dreckly. I’ll sort 'ee after I’ve had me pasty and a cuppa."
"Took me half an hour to get off the A30, then some emmets parked on the corner and blocked the lane again."
"Replaced the whole clutch in the driveway with nothing but a socket set and a flask of tea. Proper job, that. Even the mechanic next door gave an approving nod."
"Put that jumper back, proper scritchy. I’m not wearing it down the harbour in this wind, I’ll be itching like mad all day."
"Wasson, bird? Haven't seen you since the regatta. You still working up at the farm or did you end up moving to Truro like you said?"
"She walked into the party in that red dress and everyone just stopped talking for a second, bang tidy she was, no question about it."
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