In this part of Scotland people don’t say, ‘There you go’, or, ‘All done’, or ‘Here you are.’ Instead they say, ‘That’s you.’ The mechanic replacing your tyre hands you your keys and says, ‘That’s you then.’ The clerk in John Lewis hands you your receipt with a smile and a ‘that’s you.’ My cousin, when she’s driven us home from a day out and about, puts the car in park, turns off the ignition, and says, ‘Right, that’s us.’
I like it. It feels cosy.