Anyone from the UK?

My mind was blown... I saw the sky, not just clouds... for about 5 minutes then it was covered over in grey but still...

Also morning 👋
 
I am not in the UK but I am very close, a hop across the sea in Oslo.

There's not a lot of folks from Norway advertising that fact, and I'd definitely consider relocating to the UK.

Just wanted to put that out there since a thread on anyone from Norway would have like 2 people in it.

If you could include me as relatively close by, I can afford to fly in.

42 m for f
 
I am not in the UK but I am very close, a hop across the sea in Oslo.

There's not a lot of folks from Norway advertising that fact, and I'd definitely consider relocating to the UK.

Just wanted to put that out there since a thread on anyone from Norway would have like 2 people in it.

If you could include me as relatively close by, I can afford to fly in.

42 m for f
Hello
The rules of the houes are simple,
wipe yer feet before you come in,
don't sit on the chair arms
if you are putting the kettle on you make drinks for everyone
if you've used the last of something make sure you put it on the shopping list
 
Hello
The rules of the houes are simple,
wipe yer feet before you come in,
don't sit on the chair arms
if you are putting the kettle on you make drinks for everyone
if you've used the last of something make sure you put it on the shopping list
Thank you angelofthenorth, for the warm welcome. May I call you Angel?

I appreciate the concept of being a good guest. I would enjoy serving folks, I have mostly worked in kitchens and restaurants my whole life, and whenever I had company at home, I loved cooking for them and serving them drinks.

All of this sounds lovely. Using the last of something as a guest, wow, that feels rude to do without asking.

At home if I use the last of something, I make a note to go out to the store and get it that same day. Perks of living near a grocery store.
 
Thank you angelofthenorth, for the warm welcome. May I call you Angel?
yes, most folks do.
I appreciate the concept of being a good guest. I would enjoy serving folks, I have mostly worked in kitchens and restaurants my whole life, and whenever I had company at home, I loved cooking for them and serving them drinks.
oh good, that means you'll wipe up after yourself
All of this sounds lovely. Using the last of something as a guest, wow, that feels rude to do without asking.
We're pretty relaxed round here, we may be Brits but we're not that formal. Nobody is expecting you to sip your tea with your little pinkie up ....and yes I'm talking about your little finger... yer pervs...
At home if I use the last of something, I make a note to go out to the store and get it that same day. Perks of living near a grocery store.
well, if you are volunteering
 
Good morning everyone,
Anger is a feeling that is sometimes necessary but mostly harmful. For example, if the first thing I see in the office is the dirty dishes left by that stupid bitch (a male bitch, mind you) in the sink, so many dishes that I have trouble pouring my tea water into the pot, then I'm already running on high octane.
When I sit down at my desk and, instead of figuring out how to translate my idea into a CAD file with the utmost elegance, I first have to read the stupidity of my lazy colleague condensed into an email, I can already see my colleague hiding behind her desk and slowly moving towards the door, carefully taking cover.
When our managing director comes up the stairs whistling cheerfully – and I hate cheerful whistling! – only the desperate whispering of my colleague, who has now fled, saves him from a fate as cruel as it is well-deserved. Whistling before seven in the morning... That's murder on demand. Every judge understands that. I hope for the judges' sake.
Shouldn't we pause and reflect deeply? Shouldn't we remember all the good and beautiful things in this world? The rain clouds clearing to reveal the morning star? The gentle fall of raindrops from the trees after a night of rain? The cheerful flashing of the tow truck removing the illegally parked car from the cycle path?
Had I done so earlier, no innocent parties would have had to suffer my righteous anger. Innocent parties, like the tea leaves in my pot, which have been floating in hot water for thirty minutes without supervision. I sincerely hope I have enough milk with me to drink it anyway.
 
Good morning everyone,
Anger is a feeling that is sometimes necessary but mostly harmful. For example, if the first thing I see in the office is the dirty dishes left by that stupid bitch (a male bitch, mind you) in the sink, so many dishes that I have trouble pouring my tea water into the pot, then I'm already running on high octane.
When I sit down at my desk and, instead of figuring out how to translate my idea into a CAD file with the utmost elegance, I first have to read the stupidity of my lazy colleague condensed into an email, I can already see my colleague hiding behind her desk and slowly moving towards the door, carefully taking cover.
When our managing director comes up the stairs whistling cheerfully – and I hate cheerful whistling! – only the desperate whispering of my colleague, who has now fled, saves him from a fate as cruel as it is well-deserved. Whistling before seven in the morning... That's murder on demand. Every judge understands that. I hope for the judges' sake.
Shouldn't we pause and reflect deeply? Shouldn't we remember all the good and beautiful things in this world? The rain clouds clearing to reveal the morning star? The gentle fall of raindrops from the trees after a night of rain? The cheerful flashing of the tow truck removing the illegally parked car from the cycle path?
Had I done so earlier, no innocent parties would have had to suffer my righteous anger. Innocent parties, like the tea leaves in my pot, which have been floating in hot water for thirty minutes without supervision. I sincerely hope I have enough milk with me to drink it anyway.
Ouch! Deep slow breaths 🧘‍♀️
 
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