Good morning - It’s raining with the gloomy light that goes with it, so I won’t be doing anything that involves going out. I’ve got fairly interested in the snooker championship lately. I’ll most likely settle down to watch that this afternoon. Family might visit.
Morning all – wet and miserable this morning (the weather not me!) but not as cold as it has been
Mmm - mince pies! Love them, have been resisting buying them for the last month.
Full English breakfast this morning – well it is Sunday! Now trying to work up enough enthusiasm to clean the kitchen.
People on local radio talking about putting up Christmas decorations - am I the only one who thinks it is still a bit early?
Came back from shops yesterday to see my neighbour hanging Christmas lights on his garage, being “helped” by his 3 year old grandson! Such a cute little chap (the grandson not my neighbour!)
Received a wedding invitation from one of my husband’s nieces. I haven’t seen or heard from her since his funeral 13 years ago, the wedding is some distance away and would involve an overnight stay. Very kind of her to invite me but I am wondering how I can politely decline, will discuss with my sister in law when I see her next week!
Take care - hope everyone has a lovely restful Sunday
I think I’m right in saying that formally, your nationality is “British Citizen” if you were born in either England, Scotland, Wales or Northern Ireland. Obviously if you find yourself chatting with a group of British people from different countries, there’s no harm in specifying: I’m English, Scottish, Welsh or Irish, just to show where you were born.
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It was a bit of humour on my part and I know what my passport says. But not everyone does. A little take. I went to Taiwan in business. The company there got me a local some local documents to show who I was and what I was doing there. British I said. They wouldn’t have it. It had to be English for them - there was concept of British for them. Goodness what they would made of a Scots man…
Had to interrupt breakfast to take Mrs Fox to a friends house, she would normally walk there but I don’t think her knee is that good yet.
Chucking it down with rain this morning but by the time I had completed the necessary’s it had stopped, so I ended up having a decent dry walk/jog. Time was fairly poor though with having to issue directions to a few drivers. They have closed the main through road in the village for some essential maintenance, and it’s caused plenty of confusion…
There was also something going on at the local farm shop, so of the few roads that were passable, ended up being blocked by parked cars and droves of people all with a child in tow…I think some portly old chap in a red coat and white beard was to blame…
Apart from the odd spot of rain, it was very mild at 12 degrees C and I made it home just in time before another cloudburst filled the street with puddles.
Actually, you might not be as far from home as you think…did you know that Doncaster is actually Scottish…
Now, it might not seem like a stretch to think of a certain community of people from Doncaster knocking back the Buckfast and speaking gibberish, and it turns out, it’s all just part of their ‘heritage’. And while we might all sit confidently with the knowledge that Doncaster is part of Yorkshire, it turns out, it’s technically a part of Scotland. Bonny Donny, eh?
The small South Yorkshire town’s Scottish history dates way back to the 12th century (1136, to be specific), when the town was signed over to King David I in the Treaty of Durham, and it was never officially given back – despite a whole lot of scraps between Scotland and England since then (we’re looking at you, Mary).
After being called out by a fellow runner that yesterday was “a good day not to run,” it’s best that I clarify that if one has to skip a run, yesterday was the day for that. I hope the running gods forgive me for that blasphemy ! Since then the skies have cleared, so I shot out the door early with the early birds to watch the sun rise. It was perfect!
With that done, @Bruce’s gutters done, Mrs. @OldGreyFox delivered, and @SheilaP having come across a real-life Norman Rockwell painting, the day is off! Funny that you mention it, Sheila, I am sitting down to begin a painting of his wedding venue for my godson. It’s a pretty place up in Virginia, but I rhetorically wonder…why is it that young couples want to get married everywhere but a church theses day?
That tail is one of the most spectacular parts of the country, chock full of scenic mountains and fjords. I’m not sure, but I think it’s in the top three cruise itineraries in the world. I have hiked a good portion of it, but have not cruised it. I think we snagged during the final negotiations with the Russians - something about throwing in a few extra salmon and a beaver skin if they would let go of that peninsula .
Isn’t somewhere like Berwick on Tweed still at war with Russia because it swapped from one side of the border to the other during peace negotiation finalisations and missed out on a treaty?
Just as a matter of interest, if you fly from say New York to Anchorage do you need to take your passport with you?
I actually don’t have a passport at the moment. It’s something I have to address. If you don’t have photo ID in this day and age you might as well not exist!
An ID card is compulsory here. We have to keep it in our purse/wallet so we always have it with us. For example at the Post Office, even just to withdraw money from your own personal account, you have to show ID. Photos have always been on driving licenses too.
Do British driving licenses have photos now? I remember they didn’t thirty years ago.
Driving licenses do have photographs. I wanted to update mine on the last 3 yearly (over 70) renewal but couldn’t because I don’t have a passport. That was a requirement for some reason or other.