Yep, any longer, and you haven't called the doctor, it can't be that bad/ any worse, and I don't want to hear about it.

I'm a Worcester girl, grew up with Peter Walker as our MP (1961-92), he has been described as 'left of centre, but was part of the Slater Walker asset stripping firm simultaneously.
Torys will be Torys.

Was in a coffee shop last week, foursome discussing Angela Rayner (just pre resignation).
Woman: "And poor Boris was sacked for eating some cake". I don't need to describe, do I?
FFS and, indeed, Tsk!

A slow start, but yep.
However, there will be pasta sauce in the freezer, enough to feed half of Bologna. (Greenhouse, allotment polytunnel, outdoor, in that order)

My Granddad's 1940s asbestos shed in Worcester was, by the 1990s, entirely supported by a prolific honeysuckle grown from a cutting my Nan pinched from Crathie Kirk, the late Queen's church at Balmoral around 1975, She was a staunch royalist, he wasn't.
All, including the shed, gone now.

Quelle surprise 🤦🏻‍♀️

I am thrilled beyond belief that my gluttonous consumption of cheese and chive Primula squiggled down a section of celery, and served as a canape every single boxing day in the late '60s, all of the '70s, and the early '80s turns out to have been altruistic. 😊

But CORNERS. Surely the inside ones don't have to have 90° angles to match?
(I speak as someone who bought a smashing house, with a very smart bathroom, who wastes too much time removing toothpaste residue from the corners of the rectangular sink)

Or novels read by the author...

My beloved partner has Bluetooth earbuds in quite a lot, in the garden, on lazy holiday afternoons, flights or train journeys...
I've turned into a low-budget Marcel Marceau, with a smattering of (highly dubious) BSL in order to communicate with him. I suspect it amuses me, more than it does him.

Absolutely right. Pathetic punishments/approbation for appalling treatment of other people, and jail (at our expense) for that?
It was a flipping Sycamore. A non native 'weed' Try having a 'protected' one in your suburban garden. Tsk!

You are, of course, absolutely right, Ian.
But the Fessor can be reassured. The soundtrack of ones childhood is a powerful influence.
Hence my absolute love of Dame Shirley, Andy Williams, Frank Sinatra alongside my Erasure, Faithless, Sia,et al soundtracks.

Or, perhaps just discourage shrieking. My little sister and I weren't allowed to scream. My mother said she wouldn't be able to tell if we were hurt 'or being murdered' if we just screamed all the time. 'Save it for when you need it'.
Quite sensible, for her.

Well, sometimes, in the first sniff/sip there's something a bit reminiscent of something, if it's white, a bit of mango, a bit of cow parsley. If it's red, a bit of spiced damson or a hint of parkin, and so on.
But honestly, half a bottle in it's wine.
Lovely, but just wine.

‘Evolved’, or ‘Is corrupted’ ?
I don’t think we should all speak or write like Chaucer, Shakespeare, or Jane Austen, but so many of the ‘evolutions’ are ugly, lazy shorthand (or horrid Americanisms …… Aaaagh!).
‘We went to’, or ‘We visited’ are much better.

(Ian, are you listening to Moles worth on R4extra?)

When I used buses daily I longed for a taser, just a low voltage one, to zap morons (arsing about, playing crappy music, having loud speaker phone conversations, smoking weed (at 7am). . . .
Maybe a little panel on the dash with buttons adjacent to each seat position a little, sharp 'reminder'?

Surely it was the fire in the hull in Belfast, before she was launched, resulting in a brittle, hence weakened patch?

Yep, I love R4xtra when I'm driving, and the dramas often feature emergency vehicle sirens, car horns.... Very confusing.