@19syllables It was the summer I was about to go up to big school. All of us primary school kids were dressed in green and gold for reasons which escape me now. At the village barbecue that night my Dad permitted me my first beer which I hated. as he knew I would. That hatred didn't last!
@19syllables In our case the party is in our garden for want of a better place; they weren't allowed to close the road. We'll have fun. As you say people deserve some company and a party but I know I'm going to have to bite my tongue.
@19syllables As ever, you express these things so well. I am so torn between a love of where I am from, and have served for a career, and despising the plastic flag waving and little Englishness. I call it patriotic dissent but that gets nowhere near it.
@BibulousOne On the way home from a long motorbike ride I stopped at an unfamiliar petrol station. Tired and distracted I put 4 litres of diesel in it before I realised. So that was my Sunday. Monday is waiting on the delivery of a Jerry can to drain it off.
@NaughtyTeaOwl 56 and only 5 times maybe. The only specific time I remember was when I got a cut rowing in a river and my leg swelled like a balloon. Definitely not a routine prescription which is good.
@mattcoyney Yes we all do as Ron does (every street has a Ron). I think he's playing mind games now though. He'll do a quick feint with the blue bin and then swap it for the green when we've followed suit, the bastard.