Mine are blue. A new bathroom has been on the to do list since we first bought this place, nearly 25 years ago...

open packet = empty packet

Fundamental biscuit maths, that.

I once got on a very packed, quite late, tube with my heavily-pregnant-at-the-time sister, squeezed into the end of a carriage with barely a handhold. A random stranger moved as far as possible to allow her to at least hold on to something, and positioned themselves to block people from bumping her.

I don't do artwork; do love bridges (and other liminal spaces) so have just spent a very enjoyable (quite a) few minutes clicking through that rabbit hole. Various cycling friends, familiar with my fondness for 'em, are in the habit of sending me lovely bridge pics and sometimes even bridge merch...

I'm not very good at remembering left and right, so adopted 'clock(wise) to lock' instead. I usually manage to get that right by no more than the third attempt...

I partially solve that problem by answering to any of my forum names - the 'official' one or the abbreviations ppl come up with - or pretty much any plausible version of me Big Blue Room name. And often introduce myself with both!

Twice.
I have spent a frankly ridiculous amount of time in the loos of the Manchester Arena as a result... One year, I don't think we got through any two consecutive tracks without me having to accompany some of the kids out there!

Young Voices? When my youngest decided to join choir (at one of the primaries I worked in) and then choir was going to take part, I got co-opted by the teacher in charge - joined the choir too. I used to take a 30 min break from work to go to practice, and went as staff on the trip to Manchester.

🫏🐖🫏🐖🫏🐖🫏🐖🫏🐖🫏🐖

(the version we sang was not exactly the same as theirs, of course. Apart from anything else, ours naturally featured 'I said the pig with a curly tail' after the doves...)

How can you mock my trauma, or indeed the terrible tragedy of the world being deprived of my would-have-been-unforgettable interpretation of this masterpiece of a verse?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-Zt...

They were the *only* two children in the year and it was their last year in the school so dad felt it was justified to give each a solo especially given that she was a beautiful dancer and the other kid did in fact sing brilliantly. Not a dry eye in the house, but plenty of village snark afterwards!

Several years later my baby sister caused conniptions by being allowed a *solo* in which she danced as an angel appearing to soliders in the trenches, as the boy in her year sang 'Silent Night', a capella, in German, and the rest of the 'juniors' acted out the Christmas day truce and football match.

Pig.

Another child, originally cast as the pig, objected and their mum came in to complain to the headteacher. Since the (relatively new) head of the tiny village school I attended was actually our dad, he decided to sacrifice my artistic endeavours as Donkey on the altar of village politics 😂🐷😂

I got demoted from donkey.