Overheard on the train back from Brighton:
"You know Mery's cet? Yeh, the fet one. Wull it got run over by a car end lost ets tail. Et must heve bin bed, because now et kearn't crep!"
"Hey?"
"Mery's cet. Et kearn't crep! Et'd do my hid in."
A very tired Cath rose grumpily from my lap, not being able to contest any further with the tales of feline constipation. "Mery's cet is doing a lot of people's hids in today." she explained to me, and at least 3 other people within earshot.
Kiwis. As ubiquitous as Australians, but just a smidgen noisier.
