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I tried years ago to identify trees with the kids and the i-spy book - impossible - we thought we'd identified one only for it to be native to Canada only so we went back to the bird book - much easier. I don't suffer from hayfever but my friend, who stays between here and Tenerife says as soon as he lands here he gets it - and Cornwall especially - and then it goes as soon as he lands in Tenerife. So there's one solution. I don't know if the saline nasal spray you can get for a few quid is any good - I get the kid's one as it's got no side effects and it seems to clear anything in that area before it gets going?
Dear lord no. I said to the Plymouth supporters I know what were they thinking hiring him at the start of this season and said the same to the Birmingham supporters the previous season when he arrived all chubby faced and ready to wreak havoc, his record is there for all to see, surely we wouldn't
We had a Cardiff supporter at work (least favourite employee now ex employee) and he came in the other day and was convinced they had the easiest run-in for those last 4 or 5 games and they'd be fine - and if nothing else Norwich wouldn't turn up if they had nothing to play for on the last game. It didn't even get that far.
Oh and from this part of the world Truro win their league and go up to the Conference (is it called the National League now?) The local report said they were one of the favourites for relegation at the start of the season so there you go.
Same here on the taboo thing - I used to tell a young girl that I worked with that it sounded so nasty when she said it. Then a few years later when my boss decided to sell the business to someone who didn't want a conveyancer and he'd arranged my departure behind my back (and the bloke didn't buy the business in the end anyway) I went down on the prom and called him the 'c' word over and over again and then I never looked back after that but I do still think of it as the ultimate swear word. Gareth (Blob) never really swore much but he's the only person I've heard say someone was a f'ing c (could have been QPR related) that sounded like it just tripped off the tongue with his accent. We have 'tuss' in this neck of the woods which doesn't seem to be widely used as Gareth hadn't heard it before?
I had a Cadbury cream egg the other day and I don't think it tasted the same as it used to but not an improvement. Had another one and the same thought. Lindt do a milk chocolate coconut bar that you can't seem to get in this country and I dare to suggest it is the best chocolate bar ever. Chocolate at breakfast - only if it's Coco Pops
I was trying to work out whether the games at the bottom make it mathematically impossible but it was beyond my maths skills -that earlier one and also Cardiff v Oxford, Hull v Derby, Portsmouth v Hull, Derby v Stoke I think over the course of the last games?
Same here. I think I've told the tale on here before of leaving the fair and finding a stash of soft toys that someone must have won and didn't want just sitting there waiting to be claimed. Ran off with them, jokingly, across the road, tripped over a step and found myself hurtling towards the pavement at break neck speed with no chance of saving myself unless I threw the toys up in the air in a comedy style dive. They all landed on me so I couldn't be identified - I think. Last time I wore high heels - and they weren't even stilettos merely a high wedge - trip trapping down the main road turned a corner at the post office and blam I was splatted on the floor. I still don't know how it happened. Again I think I'd just got out of sight of the main road so blushes mainly spared and high heels abandoned for ever. I've done some pretty fancy footwork outside of Boots when it was raining and they had a slippy tile surface outside. Tried to save myself a few times but the footwork was just getting faster and faster until I fell into some young man's arms, thanked him for saving my life and walked off with what little dignity I could muster. The worst one was about five years ago when I forgot we had a metal rail at work where the gate went across as I was too busy waving to a couple of work colleagues, crashed over it, hit a manhole cover full on and broke bones all the way down the top right side - that one hurt but I managed to stop from face planting so that was a small mercy.