So I was sitting in the car waiting for the misses to come out of the shops when I look at me watch and realise she's been gone for 1/2 a bloody hour, for milk and bread!
I rock up into the shop thinkin maybe she's done a runner on me, and here she is, sittin having a natter to the old biddy behind the counter.
Bloody woman'd talk the ears off a donkey if I let her.
Nat"ter (?), v. i. [Cf. Icel. knetta to grumble.]
To find fault; to be peevish.
© Webster 1913.
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