Sun over the yardarm
And/ or
Going commando
Those two phrases were not familiar to me - I rest somewhat reassured because they seemed to be totally unknown to a lot of English speaking participants in this fun as well. I used a dictionary and discovered that the sun is over the yardarm means that it is late enough in the day to drink alcoholic beverages, and to be going commando is to go without underwear - I suppose mostly without underpants. In the seventies we had a Danish pop hit called "I'll never go commando at the ball!"
This led me to this cameo from Susan's non-magical life.
The time is somewhere late in the first or early in the second year at The Unicorn Farm.
Friday was a national holiday. Tomorrow, Saturday, the family was going to an amusement park near Copenhagen.
They had needed money, well mostly Linda and Susan had, and the idea of a flea market had spawned in one of their discussions.
The sun was shining, and at 10 o'clock everything was ready. Susan and Linda had their small corner with surplus toys, comics and books. Mum and Dad had filled the rest of the tables with plates, pillows, bric-a-brac, books and beer.
Most of their family was present, and some neighbours and passers by as well. The passers by bought items for sale or looked at them at least, The neighbours had come for to talk it seemed, and the uncles were mostly in it for the beer.
Uncle Freddy yelled: "Folks, the sun is over the yardarm, let's have some beer."
"Oh, look at this!" Uncle Theodore said loudly to Susan. "This LP, I just love it - she states that she'll never go commando again. See, she's hitching up the skirt to give us a glimpse. I love her. Are you going commando tomorrow? I'd like to wait for you outside the funhouse if you do." Uncle Theodore's beery breath hit Susan's face, and she turned her head away. "Oh, playing shy we are," he added with a raucous laugh, pinching her cheek. Susan took her leave of uncle Theodore, claiming customers in her corner of the flea market.
Sadly, this story, and similar ones feature in many Susan's lives.
SvarSletBrilliant use of the phrases.
Thank you, this was a hard nut to crack.
SletWhy is there always that one uncle? Every family has one, including mine. Good story.
SvarSletThanks you. Yes why? It seems that uncle is the unsung curse of almost every family. And what about my cousins? Did they also have that uncle - and who was it, then?
SletOh that creepy uncle. Every family had a dirty uncle back then. My daughter calls them "criminal uncles" which is more to the truth.
SvarSletWell done story.
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Thank you. Yes those uncles were a pest. Criminal ... not all of them were, luckily, but certainly not nice to be around.
SletI was fortunate not to have an uncle like that but there was a man we knew from church we girls knew not to get too close to . . .
SvarSletGood use of the words, MotherOwl
Thank you, I really had a hard time with the words.
SletI don't know the yardarm phrase but I do know the second one. you have used the phrases well. though I must admit, uncles like that aren't people I care to be related to but he's drunk so maybe he's not like that sober.
SvarSlethave a lovely day.