And that would be an old song just to celebrate holiday cancellations that is. Seems some foreign judge in a foreign country declared that flight just wouldn’t do. Never mind, four hundred and forty plus in, seven onto a no-go plane for the day. Wot the hay, it’s only money burning. Sadly, our money.
So the plan wot some dudes sitting over there in the shadows have for us lot toiling in the sunlight trucks on apace. And I’m guessing we won’t be overly thrilled when the plan comes to fruition. Wot’s left of us that is.
Although the flight didn’t make it to the end of the tarmac, I, obviously stupidly, thought our military had troop transport aircraft thus alleviating the need for high priced chartering. As I typed above, stupid of me.
It gets ever harder to understand wot’s going on with every passing day don’t it?
Just a further thought on the post regarding grammar an’ such and me wondering if letter writing is taught in school these days. If it is, are kids taught to start business letters to unknown recipients thusly? Dear Person Of Unknown Pronoun Preference.
That’s probably right as it seems calling a pox wot it is, monkeypox, is now discriminatory and stigmatising. However, chickenpox is still cool at time of typing.
Life gets tejus don’t it.
Quote; Eric Berne.
“The moment a little boy is concerned with which is a jay and which is a sparrow, he can no longer see the birds or hear them sing.”
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