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when this disabled cat turns up, will she add Carer to her resume? Speciality nurse? That's worth £64.60 a week to her..... in 6 weeks she could have another bookcase.
To be fair to Jack, when she answered my questions (and I know why she did, they were daft and not demanding The Truth) I did think... ah. You answered. I felt like she’d SEEN me.
Maybe her maverick mind just
doesn’t STRETCH to chip shop chips Marmite ?
It really was. My husband asked me what I’d done on my day off and anything interesting...... I just couldn’t bring myself to try and explain. That Jack had come visiting on Tattle I was too exhausted to share the whole sorry saga again.
It really was. My husband asked me what I’d done on my day off and anything interesting...... I just couldn’t bring myself to try and explain. That Jack had come visiting on Tattle I was too exhausted to share the whole sorry saga again.
To be fair to Jack, when she answered my questions (and I know why she did, they were daft and not demanding The Truth) I did think... ah. You answered. I felt like she’d SEEN me.
Maybe her maverick mind just
doesn’t STRETCH to chip shop chips Marmite ?
She responded to a couple of my comments to be fair (with snarky replies, I think) and I totally know what you mean about feeling seen I almost mentioned it to a friend the next day, like, “Oh, you know Jack Monroe? She said something to me” but then the thought of trying to provide context shook me back to my senses.
"Who are those horrible little orange creatures over there?"
"Why those are the Grunka Lunkas, they work here in the Slurm factory."
"Tell them I hate them."
I know it can be distressing to those who like new threads pronto, but I enjoy the chaos and panic in the air when we hit page 56 onwards. Living dangerously, like.
Here is my offering as an hômage to The Bard of Southend.
A Grateful Nation Speaks (Title).
From Pontefract to Norwich
They give thanks for chicken porridge.
From Epping to East Sheen
They now love to rinse a bean
And in Tunbridge Wells make no mistake
They all now gorge on mayo cake
And I have heard that in Doncaster
It's all the rage to eat raw pasta
And in the Outer Hebrides
They scoff ovary bursting anchovies
I think it is quite fair to say
That brave Jack M has saved the day
And as a nation it's only fair we
Ask are we grateful? Yes ABSOLUTELY.
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