All the drivel about privacy and they do an interview with Oprah. I feel ashamed for Harry that he feels the need to air his dirty linen in public. What do they get from this? I have no idea. Prince Philip is in hospital and I just feel like saying shame on you both.
Just Skyped my children to ask what the grandchildren would like for Easter. As they all had waffle makers for Christmas I have decided to give them a small hole around which to make their own donuts ?. #generousgran
Well actually ! I was going to offer you all tea (out of a jam jar of course) & (cake from the whoopsie) counter.
But I'm not sure the mayor will allow riff raff into the Town.
As for the Dial a ride bus, the wheels were stolen whilst the occupants were searching in their carrier bags for their loose change to spend in the £1 shop.
The poor lass that was strapped to the roof lost her shoes(they didn't fit her that well anyway).
A question in a quiz we've been doing this evening was: Who said, "You define your own life"? Huh, sounds like Meghan says I, rolling my eyes. The answer? Oprah Winfrey... ?
bikergran when my husband was a young collections agent for a finance company he was actually offered a cup of tea in a jar by one "lady" he had to call on ?
My favourite bit of a polo match is the divot stomping. Like being amongst sanctimonious Gwyneth Paltrow fans, nothing beats grinding the little sods in to the ground.
When I was working this very old gentleman told me he had something to show me and he went and got a jam jar. Inside of it he proudly displayed his kidney stones. I made an excuse when he offered me a cuppa!
Yuck nanna. During my university holidays I worked in an operating theatre of a London hospital. My first job of the day was to wheel all the overnight jam jars of body parts round to pathology. I had great fun trying to identify the bits, before I read the labels.
Drinking from glassware, even jam jars is fine. What is horrible is drinking wine from metal pots in posh restaurants. Puts my teeth on edge.
I was given my nine marble sized gallstones in a plastic pot, but the ward was warm and they stuck to each other in a sticky mess and looked liked something from a horror film.
I thought gall stones would be like tiny round pebbles but they were larger than I thought and very spiky (painful) when someone showed me the ones she'd had removed.