Packed Lunch and Picnics

It’s funny how an entire nation (albeit a funny little island nation almost at the end of the world) can have a secret word that no one else seems to know about, but which is taken as completely normal and which never even crosses the mind of the people that it is infact a conjoinulation.

It’s only with four years of distance and hindsight that I come to realise how cute and dorky the word ‘Pottle’ is.
In my homeland, you buy a pottle of yoghurt for school lunches. You may even buy a pottle of margarine, and you might even find yourself buying a pottle of strawberries at some point (although possibly more correctly, a punnet - not sure, may have slightly forgotten how to speak my native kiwi).

OK, so officially, ‘pottle’ may -MAY- have nothing to do with what you get when you cross a pot and a bottle, and may have even been a type of official measurement:

‘An old English liquid measure equal to 2.0 quarts (1.9 liters).’
(So they say...)

...but I like to think of it more as a type of ‘reverse conjoinulation’, or ‘unjoinulation’, whereby when new types of different sized storage vessels came into use they unjoinulated the word ‘pottle’ and thus created 2 new things to stick stuff in: the ‘pot’ and the ‘bottle’.