Kirstine

Was a bit alarmed by the ‘put absolutely thousands behind bars’ bit at first, but I see what you mean now!

My school is posh enough to have a Wikipedia entry, but not an alumni section. Which is a shame because Rankin.

Bristol Cream?

We used to have a sailing boat round the corner from there - nice bit of the world to see!

Less/fewer. And I just can’t say ‘couch’ (furniture, OK with arguments).

Hertfordshire, and my generation do (and posh people), but my grandparents didn’t and my parents generation was mixed. I’ve rented a couple of houses where we used the back door, but only because it was convenient for parking and we drove everywhere, so only the postman used the front.

Also York is perfectly designed so that the campus feels like a nice walk home from town, especially after a couple of drinks, but you have to go via some wet bits. Our halls in Bristol were similar, but instead of floods we were up a Massive Hill (with a kebab shop on) from town.

My neighbour is a vicar so I leave little 'miracles' for him to find. He's gonna lose his shit when he sees one of his gnomes has developed stigmata

We bought an Edwardian terraced house in Bristol in 1996, from the daughter of the original owners. Had central heating put in in the first month, and the outside toilet removed (there was an inside bathroom too).

More likely by a boy on a bike, presumably someone who was needed for the war effort, if not actually fighting.

Because I am that person, wasn’t it Bobby Tables?

I graduated in 1992, and again in 2001. It does seem that this is a once a decade thing, not that it is any more pleasant for that.

A lot of millennial dads make dinner. Come to think of it, so did my Grandad, when he was home from WWII, but I think he was an exception. And millennials let their kids help (which is parenting) rather than banishing them (not) or making it ‘chores’ (debatable).

As does Edinburgh for having the Royal Infirmary of Edinburgh (big acute teaching hospital) and the Royal Edinburgh Hospital (psychiatric unit) with essentially the same name. One is the Royal Infirmary and the other the Royal Ed, naturally.

Well the answer to ‘anything anything London 1851’ is the Great Exhibition. And the answer to ‘female name anything anything’ is Mary?

For secondary (high) schools, I’d agree. At mine, in the 1980s, the bike sheds were so oversubscribed we had to prove we lived over a mile away to get a bike place!

Not when you forget it’s brewing for so long it puts hairs on your chest!

I have lately re-discovered the joy and calm in the midst of a working day that can be generated by a Nice Cup of Tea. YMMV

1986 Kirstine - wouldn’t it be nice if the US and Russia could just get along?
2026 Kirstine - erm, not like that!

Was just thinking aaaaaah, and then noticed the time points!

Get kneading! (Had a bread fail earlier and feeling a bit sorry for myself, maybe you got my luck instead)

Actually, maybe my Dad planted that one!

From quite a young age I got the idea that the Devil was quite corporate, with a boss and targets. How else would he be getting behind?

The Scots don’t slay the year, as such, but they do give it a good clean. The house has to be spotless for Hogmanay. I’ve always thought that’s quite good.

Eurgh! I always worry a bit about squirrels, but that’s mostly involving the tail getting caught. I also try to avoid the nose end of curious dogs.

Ooh, then a lovely time all round then!

I detect some sarcasm - hope he enjoyed the destination (or even the journey) more!

I think you’re being a bit hard on George here. I know it seems simple, but we all know that people get this wrong *all the time*. And what happens? Tears, that’s what.

Realised I haven’t expounded the Eastick Joss Stick Index here, whereby I deny the passage of time by noting that a packet has cost £1-£1.50 for the last 35 years. I also noticed today that Maybelline Great Lash mascara was £5.29 in Savers - an inflation-busting increase of 30p on 1999 prices.

I will reiterate. Flu seasons are like babies. You know you’re getting one; when it arrives carries some uncertainty. You know it is going to give you a bad time, but exactly what sort of a bad time emerges gradually.