MrsDoyle

I’m a long long way from my place of birth, and one day a coworker gave me a tin of Milo she’d picked up on her travels but didn’t like. I ate it dry, in spoonfuls, almost sobbing with nostalgia.

Also, Wheatbix, ahhh. Weetabix is a miserable con artist of a breakfast cereal. It’s for feeble people with bad teeth.

Awww! That’s so nice!

We were astonished. It could easily have turned extremely nasty, but we instinctively trusted him. It made me a better person I think, more generous.

Relevant clip from The Commitments

This made me laugh, it’s so true! Apart from chickens though - I know a few middle class people with chickens.

Good luck! I hope the docs come up with solutions as well as a diagnosis, and you recover.

After ten years keeping bees as part of a charity project, next year I’m leaving that and getting my very own bees. I’m very excited at the prospect!

Also, at the end of this year I’m going on a trip abroad for the first time since 2019. I’m quite apprehensive but still looking forward to it.

A friend and I tried to hitch from Calais to Paris in 1980 or so. Scruffy punks don’t get lifts, turns out. We got the train and arrived in Paris late at night. Hotels by the station were either full or too expensive. We were staring at our map in despair when a young man asked if we needed help. Long story short, he walked us to his mother’s flat and made up a bed for us on the sofa. She cheerfully made us breakfast in the morning - I got the impression her son often brought home waifs and strays. Really nice people.

I left a necklace in a hotel in Canada one time and wrote to them on the off chance that they found it - it wasn’t valuable, it was a sentimental thing. The receptionist posted it back to me in the UK with a lovely kind message. The hotel is called Kindred Spirits and it is on Memory Lane in Cavendish, PEI. The house next door has green gables, just saying.

Chavs don’t wear plaid

They certainly used to… It was a brand problem for Burberry.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/4381140.stm

Chiming in to say you’re right. I ignored acid reflux for years and now have what’s called “Barret’s esophagus”, pre-cancerous cells in my throat. It turned out I had a hiatus hernia. Had that repaired and now have a gastroscopy every couple of years to check I don’t have cancer. So yes, listen to your body.

Zipper merge done properly is amazingly efficient.

About ten years ago I was talking to one of my sisters on the phone. She was in NZ, I’m in the UK, so it wasn’t an everyday thing. Evening for me, morning for her. So we’re chatting away and suddenly there’s a weird noise, like interference on the line. I remarked on it - and it turned out it was her PEEING. She somehow thought I wouldn’t hear? Bloody hell.

My neighbour has celiac disease and he’s very grateful to the trendsetters - the previously tiny selection of gluten-free products has ballooned. There’s even a fish and chip shop that does a gluten-free day each week when they change the frying oil.

Lol, that was going to be no 3 on my list. I’m at an age where I don’t fall over, I “have a fall”, and my own stupid feet are a trip hazard. It’s going to kill me one of these days, if heart disease or cancer doesn’t get me first.

Must be nice having an exact time to work towards!

Wreck the hoose juice!

Pretty much everything. See “Bee Movie”.

Fiction: Daddy bee goes to work in the honey factory every day.

Fact: Daddy bee has glorious sex once and immediately dies. Bachelor bee is booted out of the hive by his sisters in the autumn and dies.

I discovered that a dehumidifier is really good at drying clothes cheaply. The one I bought has a specific button for laundry.

I’ve got you.

Lemur.