Friday [18 till close of play]

(1513) Afternoon all … opaque sky out there.

 

27. Decisions decisions


26. Sugar


25. Seen scarpering from Heathrow before dawn this morning


24. What do you have planned for the table this evening?


23. The inevitable Letitia James


22. Roberts v POTUS


21. From Mark W on X


20. Rationing


19. Conscription till age 60


18. IYE

“One Giant Powder Keg” – mwerx

4 replies on “Friday [18 till close of play]”

  1. 20. Rationing – I can only go on what my parents and grandparents memories of wartime food rationing were, but they’ve stuck with me. Gardens, front and back, were dug up in 1939 to grow vegetables. Chicken coops were made by both my grandfathers so eggs weren’t a problem – however family photos taken immediately after the war does show you how thin people had become during those years. My Nans hated the war. One lost a son, the other a brother: both to enemy action. Whenever they talked about it, which was rare, their eyes would drop or they’d stare out the window. As a boy many times I thought perhaps they imagined their loved one would pass through the gate and come home. So sad.

    ……

    JH: Similar here, Steve.

  2. “King Charles to make ‘secret offer’ to Donald Trump during State visit – after Starmer hand-delivered letter from King”

    “Plans are allegedly in the works to make the USA the next “associate member” of the Commonwealth.
    The international association, which currently boasts 56 states, could welcome the US as a new member.”

    https://archive.is/M70uF

    {Not much of a secret then…. more throwing spaghetti at the wall to see if any of it sticks}

    ……

    JH: Only thing I can say is, “Sigh.”

  3. 20. Rationing
    My mum was evacuated to a small village when she was about 8 years old. Her ‘auntie’ got eggs from the local farm. ‘Uncle’ grew tomatoes in the greenhouse plus other veg in the garden. They caught rabbits (Mum knew how to skin a rabbit). So she did quite well. She used to go up to the farm with a jug for milk in the mornings too. She loved bread and dripping. You either had butter on your bread, or jam – never both. She told me everyone was thin. If they did see a person who was plumper than most, they would assume they were American!!

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