what Pissed my off last week was playgroup with my grandson and the words to ring a ring a roses were completely changed.
No, we all fall down or ashes mentioned!
It’s a fucking historical rhyme about the plague for gods sake. All us nannies were huffing and puffing it’s utterly ridiculous. The leader is a typical tree hugger yoga loving veggie.
And if I offended anyone with that description I actually don’t care. 
What’s a household item that reminds you of your grandma’s house?
MAKE A SENTENCE GAME [FEB '26]
Precious sentimental objects lost.

