That’s not great, I hope life is treating you well now. Keep up the good work here! I love your history posts especially. ❤️
Go on go on go on go on go on
That’s not great, I hope life is treating you well now. Keep up the good work here! I love your history posts especially. ❤️
I touch-type, so yes.
What’s bizarre to me is that in the olden days, ie pre-internet, millions of people happily paid up every single day to read the news in a format that was stuffed with adverts. Newspapers, remember them? The ads helped pay production costs. People sometimes bought newspapers FOR the ads - job search, car sales, accomodation, real estate.
I pay the Guardian £75 a year - slightly up from the £60 it was when I first started the online ad-free subscription like ten years ago or whatever. This is because I hate the intrusive nature of online advertising, and I appreciate most of the Guardian’s journalism. It seems like a good deal to me.
That kind of biscuit is a scone.
Meanwhile in New Zealand, Scotch pancakes are called pikelets. I made pikelets here in Scotland and someone called them drop scones. Shit really is crazy.
18 - I thought I was fat because waifs were in style, but my body was actually banging. I’m 72. I would most of all appreciate being arthritis free, with major organs all working at optimum.
Look after your knees, people.
Get in before the backlash - “bloody Americans, coming over here, taking our jobs…”
The only person I know who believes this twaddle about vaccines is a retired nurse and very religious (Christian). Even though everyone in our friend group and in her own family has survived multiple vaccines unscathed, she still issues dire warnings about the latest batch. Arguing has no effect, so I just laugh in her face now.
For what it’s worth, a flue is an adjustable opening in a wood stove or similar, Kernspalt in German according to Harper Collins. Now you just have to work the conversation around to the efficient use of a wood stove… 😄
My dentist is lovely. Last visit I told him how much I appreciated his care and advice, and he blushed and said no-one ever thanked him. He needs a hug!
I’m not really up on the Bible, but wasn’t it Joseph who was allegedly descended from David? Joseph, who definitely wasn’t the father of Jesus?
Oh yum, now I want a big chunk of brie.
Britain’s favourite crisp flavour. Here, you’re weird for not liking them.
Unlimited garlic bread, yay!
I found it on the internet.
This felt close, in a way: in May 2014 I flew UK to NZ on Malaysian Airlines. One of their planes had gone missing in March that year, so I came in for some joshing over my choice. I flew out of NZ on 22 July. The Kuala Lumpur-Amsterdam leg had a slight change of flight path because on the 17th a Malaysian plane on that route was shot down over Ukraine.
(I felt so sorry for the air crew - some of them may have lost friends and colleagues on those flights, and here they were, smiling away and bringing us drinks.)
Good chunks of my youth. When I look back I think, those kids were not your friends.
Reading the labels on junk I’m tempted by helps me. That much sugar, really? How many calories?!? Palm oil, ugh. And wtf is pentasodium triphosphate?
Also, when I buy a bag of carrots, I peel them and put them in the fridge, so when I feel snacky I can munch a crispy carrot.