About 30 years ago my doctor in England told me that he and his friend couldn’t work out why everyone fell about laughing when they asked for some jam with their morning toast. Possibly in Spain , can’t remember which country, they eventually found out that instead of the jam they wanted to spread on their toast, they were asking for a traffic jam.
Desperately sad story of the assisted suicide of a grieving mother
What's going on , on the street outside your home right now?

