(Our elderly neighbour, Rose, would often pop in for tea and a snack - or we'd visit with our toddler son. On Christmas Eve, she said we must go in for sherry and a mince pie. I became worried when he kept falling over. 'I only gave him half a cup - but well, it is Christmas!' she said. Drunk at 11 months old.)
Words you don’t often see now.
Good Morning Monday 29th June 2026


