Astonishing censorship, even by Bluesky standards. Literally two green woodpeckers pecking at the grass in my garden = "Explicit or potentially disturbing media". I've appealed, so we'll see...
Can I interest anyone in a minute's worth of parent and young Green Woodpeckers? *beams like a proud Grand Dad*
Name your fav film scene involving eating at a restaurant. NB - late night discretion needed.
"That's a nice Strait you got there. We wouldn't want anything to happen to it...".
Earlier we went to the Lancashire Aviation Museum. Well worth a visit, esp. if it's a day when they get the Lancaster out to taxi-around in front of you (not today, unfortunately).
I always thought The Tattershall Castle was a pub on a boat by the Embankment in London. Turns out it's an actual castle too, who knew 🤷♂️ Anyway, good view from the top - that's RAF Coningsby in the fourth photo, home of The Dambusters and The Red Arrows.
Can I interest anyone in a minute's worth of Badger? We don't feed them every night, but with the ground so dry now they probably need a fair bit of help, so at the moment we're giving them plenty.
Are these two in any way related? I think we should be told.... Loads of my Mutuals Follow the second lad too 🤷♂️
So she blocked me 🤷♂️ tho' Clearsky shows she posted this response: "Steve" (sic) "Read" (sic) (so that's a good start from someone claiming to know their stuff 🤨) couldn't remember his Chaucer very well". The Chaucer which he explicitly states he's never read. But I'm sure she knows better than him.
I've read it because I studied it at school for English "O" Levels in 1980. I've even worked in Caxton Street in London near where it was first printed. One line about a Miller telling a tale does not mean "it's Chaucer's Canterbury Tales". As Keith Reid goes on to say... 🤷♂️
Questionable? Possibly. Clearly wrong? Absolutely not. Sky Sports explained very plainly what happened after the game (and before any of this nonsense started), though I'd also add that they don't mention that he was nowhere near getting the actual ball.
And as the morning steals upon the night, melting the darkness, so their rising senses begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle their clearer reason.
