My postman puts a card through my door every 1st December (I received it about an hour ago) with words along the lines of "Please remember your postman at Christmas"! and if I haven't "remembered" him by about the 18th/19th December, he stops putting my post through the door and knocks with it instead to hand it to me! Presumably until I give in and am guilted into giving him a tip. What he doesn't know is that I was a postie for 20 years and am very much able to ignore his affrontery. He'll get a tip from me when he stops "asking" for one. So, probably never!
To go through chemo therapy or choose not to?
Alison Hammond waxwork. Is it a joke?
The King is to resume some duties.