Don't go. You'll always have Ammanford.

I did it about forty years ago. The rolling sea and the smell of diesel and chips still haunt me. I was so sick on the crossing that I looked immediately for a land-based way to get back. It would have taken an hour longer than if I had waited for a return on the boat. Don't do it.

I'm sorry for your loss and send you condolences. As an adoptive father going through a challenging time, it was heartwarming to see your post and be reminded that love can win sometimes.

Most people are sharing their favourite images that double up as memes, so here's mine.

I bought The Son Of Prophecy! Looking forward to reading it.

He was indeed a gentle, kindly man. He would offer any support generously. Although his struggles with English early on were the cause of wild hilarity among us, he was actually a profound teacher who integrated Alexander into the core of the college's approach. I often thought of him.

I’m talking about the closure of the National Theatre Wales, but.
Money in, theatre out.
That’s how it works