Mair Doric Tales

Weel weel, nae a lot his happened since the drivel a wrote the last time. Obviously am at a loose end agin afore am pourin ma hert oot here.
News fae hame, next doors dowg is pregnant.............but they divnae ken fa the faither is, a disaster richt enough. Ken fine fit things are like we payin maintenance and the like these days. Chum is nae cheap.
Anither story fae along the coast a wiz hearin.
Jeannie wiz trevelin doon Herbor Street fan she bumped intae Netty Ross
Says Jeannie " fits this am hearin your Janice his hid a bairn?"
" Yiv herd richt enough" replies Netty.
"Of fit fine, fit did she hay, a loon or a quine?"
" A loon, ten pun, near broke the scales"
"Och that's gran, and fit are they gan tae cry him?"
"Naithin"

"Naithin??"
"Aye"

" Surely tae god they're gan tae ca him somethin!"

Cheerio aye noo
Naithin