When you visited my grandmother there was a set routine. After 2 hours visitors, like fish, began to stink! She would stand up and announce "Time for you to go. I have things to do so Ill get your coat." And she did. You did not argue with my grandmother.
In contrast people, including neighbours, often popped in to my parent's house. The front door to the street was never closed until after dark. They would open the hall door and call out "Its only me!" It was one of those communities where everyone knew your business and what colour knickers you had on. I hated it.
Giorgia Meloni Gives Trump Both Barrels!


