Petrol out of our pumps is flammable. I would never wash my car with it. I put jello on my icecream. Jam, and jelly on my toast. Do you still have a bucket of sand at your petrol stations? By the way, I make the best chip butty...
Dear, oh dear Andrew. So there are no inflammable liquids in petrol pumps and jello with ice cream.Well I am disappointed. Looks like the rot began when Newfoundland finally switched to right side of the road in 1947 as you pointed out to me.
My house is kind of got stuff going on in it. Lose things that are put in their place, searched for for a year and mysteriously appear out of thin air. I have found my cameras (that haven’t been used by anyone but me) with film I never put in them, and have never purchased in my life, with photos I never took, like found film in a thrift store camera. Your leader sounds like fun to me.
Yes first sung by Sir Harry Lauder who was also a great favourite of those South of the 49th. He was the symbol of Scotland with his kilt and knobbly walking stick. I wonder if they still imagine that Scotland is full of such figures in 2020 or maybe that myth has finally died. In the deep winter, Andrew, it is said that Scottish shepherds come out of the cold and stand in front of the fire with their crummocks still in their hands. Usually gets a good laugh from the assembled audience.
Yes first sung by Sir Harry Lauder who was also a great favourite of those South of the 49th. He was the symbol of Scotland with his kilt and knobbly walking stick. I wonder if they still imagine that Scotland is full of such figures in 2020 or maybe that myth has finally died. In the deep winter, Andrew, it is said that Scottish shepherds come out of the cold and stand in front of the fire with their crummocks still in their hands. Usually gets a good laugh from the assembled audience.
Its your own fault when you Canadians go South and your sense of humour means that you can't resist introducing yourselves in bars with "Hi my name's Nanook and I am from the North"
Its your own fault when you Canadians go South and your sense of humour means that you can't resist introducing yourselves in bars with "Hi my name's Nanook and I am from the North"
I need to post a photo of the palm trees down the street.
My Dad used to like to go golfing during the week between Christmas and New Years. That way when he got back to work in January, and the regular telephone meetings happened between the Kodak managers in Vancouver and the Kodak managers in Toronto, he could drop that fact into the conversation
Try upper Midwest US. 40°C in summer, minus 30 to 40 °C in the winter. Gulf of Mexico vs. Polar air all year round. No Tsunami warnings. My nephew had hail, agglomeration of marble sized hail, the size of a baseball cut in half. Insurance replaced entire roof, all of the siding, a couple windows, double pane so no water damage. I have a friend in Anchorage AK that will text me in the winter when he's grilling Salmon and we are down here minus 20 F.