A tale of a wee wall
Archive - Originally posted on "The Horse's Mouth" - 2006-11-19 07:49:06 - Graham EllisWhen does making a wall wee make it turn into it not being a wee wall any longer?
Walking home on Friday night, after most of the pubs had shut, I note a chap a few hundred yards in front of me. I thought nothing more of it, and he disappeared into some gateway or other and I carried on walking.
Catching up to the point where he had vanished, I was surprised to see him appear again just a few yards ahead of me now, from behind a high garden wall, and continue on his way.
We had heard that Spa Road - or certain properties on Spa Road - attract revellers from the town, wandering home, to meet the call of nature in their gardens behind high walls. Indeed, after we had bought 'The Manor', we learnt that it was a favourite spot for such activities.
Our plans always included lowering THAT wall. It made the place look like a fortress. It made it dangerous to leave the drive in a car because of the dreadful visibility and, it appears, it also provided a haven for meeting the call of nature and goodness knows what else! The wall is largely gone - from being nearly 2 metres tall, it's now around 20 cm tall - and it's now just a wee wall and not the neighbourhood's weeing wall. And we're much relieved about this.
Before
After ... now ... this morning .... for ever
For those who don't speak the same native tongue that I do, the word "wee" is both a Scots term for tiny, and also ... well, I'm sure you can make out the other meaning from my post. And, yes, the whole double use of this word has lead to a lot of jokes and plays on words along the lines of the one above.