In school I learned that there are eight furlongs in a mile. Today, for the first time ever, I needed that information for a crossword.
Maybe I'll need to know calculus tomorrow. (I hope not. I remember nothing about it.)
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"I've eaten food from all the best restaurants in Swansea and yours is much tastier."
That's what one of our guests said last Friday at Zac's. He'd asked to speak to the cooks so Claire and I had come out from the kitchen to hear what he had to say. His comment was only spoiled a little when he explained that he'd taken food from restaurant bins.
Which is funny until you realise this is 2024 and people are having to rummage in bins for food.
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It's sad to see what it's come to.
It is sad, indeed.
Hey, a compliment is a compliment!
My thoughts precisely, Debra! It was lovely of him to thank us.
Bless his heart! He didn't have to give you a compliment, but he chose to.
Your furlongs reminded me of rods, poles and perches, the sizes of which and how many fitted into which, now escapes me.
Five and a half feet Boud.
Reality takes the humor right out of it.
You're right. There is no excuse IMO.
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