"At my age, an affair of the heart is a bypass." --- Joan Rivers

I love kindness. Unless it's coming from a person at a four-way stop sign waving me to go when it's clearly their turn.

"Who", as subject, is the one doing the action "whom", as the object, is the one being acted upon. But many say, "Me and tommy went to town ...", and I've heard "myself" used in strange places: a sentence containing "myself" can have only one subject - "I", as the only one that can do anything to "myself" is the one doing the talking. ole joyful ... and remember to hit "space" after that " joyful" or it'll disappear,

My school sports uniform went through a few changes while I was there. The oldest uniform was a dress with pleated skirt in a tiny houndstooth blue and white check. The four large pleats (two front, two back) had inserts of red fabric. The next one, which I owned, had a tunic top and pleated skirt in the same blue and white houdstooth check. The skirt, also pleated as the former one piece dress had been, also had red fabric inserts, and the same red fabric trimmed the bottom edge of the tunic top in a 3” wide band. Then they introduced a truly hideous uniform, which I am so glad I didn’t have. It was a tunic top and shorts. The shorts, which were a darkish teal colour, were like a cross between bloomers and shorts in that they kind of fluffed out and then were gathered into a cuff band at the bottom of the leg. The tunic top was fire engine red, with a 3”-4” diagonal band across the chest going from the left hip up to the right shoulder iirc. The band was turquiose coloured, and there was a row of yellow rick rack on either side of it. No idea how anyone could think that was in any way attractive.