You're not going to church? :sooty:
I wish I could be told off by my grans. :cry:
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You're not going to church? :sooty:
I wish I could be told off by my grans. :cry:
I can see where there may be a disincentive on your part. :lol:
Afternoon tea is nice but it is not such a free lunch if you come away with your ears ringing.
You missed church on Beltane :shifty: good girl.
Always hated everything about church.
Pathetic cult with far too much power and money, imo.
No moon worshipping going on round 'ere, suppose the thunderstorm scared 'em all away. Either that, or my awfully loud singing voice, I was using a lot last night. :ermm:
Gee, when we have a family meet, it's usually 15+ old nagging wifeys and other crazy folk bantering about a loada junk. But I did get strawberries. :01:
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Originally Posted by Lilmiss
Tis a long time since I had tea with my Grans and other elderly relatives :( Although as I recall, most of the converstaion involved having detailed medical knowledge and a really serious understanding of the extended geneology of the family - also invariably involved a clip round the ear for swiping something from the table that was meant for one of the old crusties. :01:
Ahh the good old days. Fortunately, SGG's Gran is quite elderly and a stickler for tradition. All three meals a day are set table affairs with napkins etc., no talking with mouth full and asking to leave the table at the end. If she gets too out of line, a quick word with her mum and the threat of a holiday in Suffolk with Gran is on the cards - works wonders :devil:
:P Normally my lil brother is there to suffer the most of waggling fingers, but he escaped early to go skateboarding.
I actually do have a great family, even though they are all crazy in their own ways. My Gran actually flashed one of my mates at xmas dinner to make him smile. It had the opposite effect, but still... :D
And yeah, stealing the last cream slice will get you lynched round 'ere. :fear:
Highlight of the day: It's 30°C (86°F). On May 1! :frusty:
I've decided to move to Greenland to try and survive summer.
Found a way to refresh a bit: found a stock of beer bottles my uncle gave me a while ago.
He brews his own and they're a bit stronger than the comercial stuff.
Refreshed, but feckered. A good compromise I think.
My tummy hurts.
Someone left a poisoned chelsea bun in the fridge.
I think. :unsure:
Then I hope you haven't to go on your pub job... :sick:
edit:spelling n' grammar. :manker:
Yup, I do.
And I won't be standing for any Scary Mary crap either. :snooty: