Great Scot! It must be a Broonie, ya kin?

I came across this word today: Broonie. Not something you hear every day, it’s a legendary little creature that arose from old Scottish folklore. (So if you’re trying to pronounce it, say Brrrrr-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-nay and look fierce.)

Evidently it’s an “unseen, elf-like creature that took care of homes and families by mysteriously performing common tasks such as housecleaning and property maintenance.” This must be the cousin to the shoemaker’s elves and that infamous little thief, the potato-chip gremlin.

Having a Broonie around would be a good thing, though, right? Especially if one travels frequently, has a large home to tend, and/or is parent to large teenage children who are allergic to work.

Well, some clever entrepreneur-types have exhumed this archaic term and applied it to a business which does, essentially, the same things as a Broonie. The only difference being, you may have to pay a monthly fee but you get to keep your first born.

At any rate, I thought it was a splendid concept and wished to share my little nugget find. If you’d like to check ’em out, take a peek at the list of services: My Broonie Services.

BTW, I kind of dig Scotland and its brogue, so this is a completely uncompensated public announcement. Also, no plaids were kilt in the writing of this story.

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