Life on the river. Not unlike an ice-cream van, boat-shops blow their horns as they pass by the estate touting for business. So this is all new to me...and fun. A couple of weeks ago I rushed out onto the stelling to find out what Mr Trim had to sell. "No scale fish" he announced in the local creole. "Oooh fish. Yum! And it's de-scaled. I'll have 3 please." "Yuh sure Mistress? Is no scalefish." "Yes yes I sure - I prefer no scale fish". Transaction done I return to the house.
Auntie June: "Wuz dah?"
Paul: "Waaaaa oh lawd, dah is an ungodly fish!"
Mardell [between shrieks of laughter]: "Nobody does eat dah. Dah is a bottom-feeder. Dey does eat all duh sh*t in duh river."
That evening Chips and Delia looked to heaven and barked thanks to God for their hearty meal of 'no scale' fish.
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