It reminds me of the time that I went out for a Christmas meal at a carvery. I was greedy with what I thought was bread sauce, putting it all over everything only to discover on eating that it was horseradish, which I absolutely hate!
Reducing contact because my heart just isn't in it.
Girls grammars in the 60s (and beyond)
How to get help putting suitcase on the conveyor belt at airport check-in



