What is happening to our Country .

Hmmmmm, statuesque..I'm liking that I can't do willowy but with my Spanx on I can approach oak like. Mature oak

There you go - tall and overweight = statuesque. Short and overweight = dumpy!

Sel, I don't believe it! I pictured you as tall and willowy!
Or at least statuesque...

There is some good news Movedalot they have revised the BMI scales so you may be thinner than you thought! The bad news for me is, I'm still overweight, even on the new calculations

Sel some of us need out illusions/excuses, please don't take them away

sel

Nanban don't listen to Movedalot - I'm tall, she's wrong

Hello there, nanban! I bet you've eaten it. Did he have any friends left over for today.

Here I am Home Alone, Christmas sweets all long gone [straight to the bum] and there sits my little Christmas sugar mouse, with his little sweet face, and little string tail. I looked at him, and he looked back - it was of course hopeless ........ xx

dorset - a timely reminder of the rights we have to be grateful for. Thank you.

Nice post dorset we are indeed a country of whingers and a little foreign travel brings that home forcibly e.g. christchurch earthquake, australian floods.

Movedalot

Why do drivers bib their horns so quickly

Why does it take so long for potatoes to get crispy when roasting them

Why is it that when you clean the house it only last two minutes

Why do parents have favourites

Why do I happily choose a colour to paint my wall and when its up ALWAYS dislike it.

dorsetpentt that is an excellent and timely list. Thank you.

BTW, in the last 10-15 years of my teaching career, we (English Dept.) always marked in pencil. I can remember how depressing my Maths homework used to look when it was returned slashed all over with red pen.

nanban the first 5 are answered by the last one. If you were taller the others wouldn't apply. At least that's my excuse

We are a country of Whingers though, hence the Aussie sobriquet 'whinging Poms'. We are all really lucky, think about being a woman in another country whose whys could be:
Why don't my children have enough to eat
Why don't my children have a school to attend
As a woman why can't I vote
As a woman why does my face have to be covered when there is nothing in any religious book that demands that.
As a woman why can't I drive, go out alone, if I do go out I have to ask permission from any male in the house, even my 4 year old son has more rights then I do.
As a girl child why did I suffer from genital mutilation, when there is nothing in any religious book that demands that.
As woman in some countries why am I regarded as something worthless.
As a woman in the UK I am so lucky as I do not and never have suffered from any of the comments I've just made.

Why do sweets make me fat
Why does wine make me fat
Why do peanuts make me fat
Why is skinny good and fat bad
Why am I not tall

Good one M

This country has problems but so do others. I don't think I want to live anywhere else. For me the grass is as green here as over any hills and we have the best hills here

In the 1960s when I started teaching, it was common practice to use ordinary pencil not red pen and to limit one's correction. How different from my own schooldays when you sometimes got a red pen right across the whole page! I think going through the whole thing with the class and individually with the strugglers is probably the most effective and compassionate approach. But I don't expect teachers can find time for that these days as they've got the National Curriculum to teach and have to get them all through the tests at the required level.

I suppose most teachers (myself included) used red pens for marking because the corrections contrasted with the pupils' work. If they had all written in red ink, we would have used a black pen. Latterly I did use a green pen which seemed a bit more friendly.

Why can't I think of anything to moan about? I must be the luckiest person on the world - or maybe I'm too stupid to notice anything awful!

And I think red ink is always 'shouty' and I would avoid it for anything. Doesn't anyone remember those depressing bank statements in the dim and distant past when red denoted all the money you didn't have?

Agree about the living in an old rectory in deepest dorset dorset.

Not so sure about family on the doorstep though. I quite like 'loving by text message'. And sending little pressies via Amazon. All less tiring than cooking and tidying up behind them.

Last Sunday my DD rang me at ten to two to tell me dinner was on the table. I had forgotten, and it was an hour and ten minute journey! I blame that on too much reliance on said text messages.

Though they should choose their "celebrities" carefully. IYSWIM (and I'm sure you do )

I don't mind too much about the other things.

Apart from the blue plaques. That is baaaad!