I adore overhearing the people of Sheffield’s conversations: “Weather can’t make up its mind, it’s that weird bit between summer an’ winter.”
Yes, we call it autumn love.
Went into the bank to ask them to send me a new PIN for one of my cards because, moron I am, I’d forgotten it. The advisor I was speaking to passed me to someone else, and explained to her that “he’s forgot his PIN number and needs a new one”.
The rage I feel knowing that bank workers don’t know what PIN stands for is both great and probably unnecessary.
Oh no, Michael Gove isn’t Education Minister anymore.