Anyone from the UK?

It's done.
The shopping for this weekend is finished.
So many people.
I left extra early, but it was still as crowded as if Monday were Christmas Eve. Funnily enough, there were also lots of pensioners there. When I retire one day, I will always go shopping at eight o'clock on Monday mornings. And I will definitely not pay with the exact amount and spend five minutes sorting and counting coins.
On the other hand, I hope that today and in the future I won't be rude to people who take a little longer. It doesn't make things go any faster, and secondly, I don't want to be a jerk.
And while we're on the subject, I probably won't be able to leave the kitchen tomorrow. Cooking lunch and baking. My beloved husband, in a moment of mental derangement, maliciously and treacherously gave away some of my cookies (gents, I know this is a sex site, so for the sake of clarity: jam filled ones and some with chocolate.... Wait. Chocolate from a cacao tree and jam made of fruit. Weirdos). I have to bake more.
I have no problem with giving them away. That's what they're there for. I just would have liked to have known, then I could have planned better.
Si vis crustula, para pisturam.
 
It's done.
The shopping for this weekend is finished.
So many people.
I left extra early, but it was still as crowded as if Monday were Christmas Eve. Funnily enough, there were also lots of pensioners there. When I retire one day, I will always go shopping at eight o'clock on Monday mornings. And I will definitely not pay with the exact amount and spend five minutes sorting and counting coins.
On the other hand, I hope that today and in the future I won't be rude to people who take a little longer. It doesn't make things go any faster, and secondly, I don't want to be a jerk.
And while we're on the subject, I probably won't be able to leave the kitchen tomorrow. Cooking lunch and baking. My beloved husband, in a moment of mental derangement, maliciously and treacherously gave away some of my cookies (gents, I know this is a sex site, so for the sake of clarity: jam filled ones and some with chocolate.... Wait. Chocolate from a cacao tree and jam made of fruit. Weirdos). I have to bake more.
I have no problem with giving them away. That's what they're there for. I just would have liked to have known, then I could have planned better.
Si vis crustula, para pisturam.
Sounds like you've already had a successful weekend. And cookies are just fine in the UK thread. And thanks for clarifying what was in them as fairly sure we're not that kinky.

And now for more tea please vicar.
 
Sounds like you've already had a successful weekend. And cookies are just fine in the UK thread. And thanks for clarifying what was in them as fairly sure we're not that kinky.

And now for more tea please vicar.
I've already had a whole pot of tea. If I had another cup, it would be like having a third glass of champagne, which I definitely shouldn't drink. Then I'll just get... ideas.
And my Latin was taught to me by Asterix.
 
I've already had a whole pot of tea. If I had another cup, it would be like having a third glass of champagne, which I definitely shouldn't drink. Then I'll just get... ideas.
And my Latin was taught to me by Asterix.
Ideas sound a great, well, idea.

And what's wrong with Asterix - he's fantastic sticking it to the Romans with plenty of whatever-have-the-romans-done-for-us secret potion/drugs malarky. :LOL:
 
Just to clarify: tea does not get you high, at least not me.
However, I constantly have very unconventional, i.e. risky, ideas and I am aware of that. But when I have had too much tea, the ideas sound feasible, and when I have had too much sparkling wine, the ideas sound very good.
Like swimming across a lake at night in winter, for example.
Or cycling through my home village at night. Naked. What the noble ladies can do on horseback, we village children can do on bicycles. Tractors are too loud and cows are too slow. If you want to try this, you'll hopefully also get caught by nice police officers, just like we did. When someone scolds you and laughs at the same time, it's hard to stay serious.
If you lengthen the gear ratio on a moped and then fill it with extra-thin oil and gearbox fluid and use nitrous oxide injection and nitromethane, it will go over a hundred. But only for a kilometre, then it burns out. You won't make it to the neighbouring village. (I admit, it wasn't my idea alone and there were four of us working on the conversion).
 
Vagrancy Act doesn't create an offence of female nudity, only male, and even then it has to be 'lewd and offensive'. Sexual Offences Act 2003 also requires 'harassment, alarm or distress'.
 
Vagrancy Act doesn't create an offence of female nudity, only male, and even then it has to be 'lewd and offensive'. Sexual Offences Act 2003 also requires 'harassment, alarm or distress'.
Thank you for clarification.
When I climb the highest building in my home village, the castle (which I have done before, of course and it's not exactly in the village but outside), I can see a river landscape and a few small and larger towns to the south. To the north, I can only see a small mountain.
When I walk up the mountain (you can't really call it climbing) and climb the tallest tree there (I must do that again sometime) and look around in all directions... I still can't see Great Britain. Not even the English Channel.
I think we can therefore assume with some justification that neither the police officers have funny checkered patterns on their caps, nor do British laws apply in my home village.
We are fearless and loyal. I won't reveal any more than that.
 
Afternoon all, hope everyone is well this fine weekend.

Looks like I’m actually going to get to my local sides game after what feels like forever with waterlogged pitches.
 
Thank you for clarification.
When I climb the highest building in my home village, the castle (which I have done before, of course and it's not exactly in the village but outside), I can see a river landscape and a few small and larger towns to the south. To the north, I can only see a small mountain.
When I walk up the mountain (you can't really call it climbing) and climb the tallest tree there (I must do that again sometime) and look around in all directions... I still can't see Great Britain. Not even the English Channel.
I think we can therefore assume with some justification that neither the police officers have funny checkered patterns on their caps, nor do British laws apply in my home village.
We are fearless and loyal. I won't reveal any more than that.
I like the sound of your vilage!
 
I think we can therefore assume with some justification that neither the police officers have funny checkered patterns on their caps, nor do British laws apply in my home village.

Yes, the laws in Rheinfpalz, Alsace and Baden-Württemberg are different to those in England and Wales but, given the more relaxed attitude of your populace to that of the average Anglo-Saxon, I didn’t expect them to be stricter.
 
Just to clarify: tea does not get you high, at least not me.
However, I constantly have very unconventional, i.e. risky, ideas and I am aware of that. But when I have had too much tea, the ideas sound feasible, and when I have had too much sparkling wine, the ideas sound very good.
Like swimming across a lake at night in winter, for example.
Or cycling through my home village at night. Naked. What the noble ladies can do on horseback, we village children can do on bicycles. Tractors are too loud and cows are too slow. If you want to try this, you'll hopefully also get caught by nice police officers, just like we did. When someone scolds you and laughs at the same time, it's hard to stay serious.
If you lengthen the gear ratio on a moped and then fill it with extra-thin oil and gearbox fluid and use nitrous oxide injection and nitromethane, it will go over a hundred. But only for a kilometre, then it burns out. You won't make it to the neighbouring village. (I admit, it wasn't my idea alone and there were four of us working on the conversion).
I need this kinda fun in my life. Or better still, just know an Anna. :cool:
 
Yes, the laws in Rheinfpalz, Alsace and Baden-Württemberg are different to those in England and Wales but, given the more relaxed attitude of your populace to that of the average Anglo-Saxon, I didn’t expect them to be stricter.
We are not making a fuss of you choose to swim in a lake naked.
Our wine is quite good and our cider is drinkable.
 
Next UK Personals thread summer holiday? Mind you, given that there were only three of us up for a potential Christmas meet-up....
 
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