MrsDoyle

At my brother's house for dinner, yum, chicken casserole. Six-y-o niece: "It's not a chicken, it's a rooster. It bit daddy, and daddy cut its head off." Still delicious.

A friend going to work in Oslo was asked if she had sorted out clothing for winter. She said, "Well I have my winter coat," indicating the one she was wearing . Her colleague-to-be fingered it and said, "No, that's your autumn coat." Her winter coat, it turned out, was a down-stuffed waterproof.

So many things! But mostly that I have a lot of wonderful friends. I was a pretty lonely child, awkward and uncool.

I'm in the UK and KFC has gone downhill here too - something I'm very grateful for! A few years ago I got a real craving for a crispy, juicy piece of chicken with the colonel's secret spices. I ended up with a grim, wizened leg that tasted of stale oil and despair. Never again. My own cooking is sooo much better, and cheaper too. Win win!

How do you say 1901 then? One thousand nine hundred and one? Nineteen hundred and one? Or nineteen oh one? Have you ever heard of the Eighteen Hundred and Twelve Overture?

I'm in the "twenty oh one" etc camp, it's concise and consistent.

Scotland too: "hen" to women, "pal" to everyone.

How else to explain this?

Horses self-replicate, which bicycles can't do. Except maybe in the Netherlands, I think they do breed over there.

Don't get my town's Facebook group involved in this question. Most people: Eeewwww! Dog owners: I pick up after my dog, horse riders should also use poo bags! Gardeners: Where is it? I'll bring my wheelbarrow.

TERFs are absolutely a tiny but vocal minority. Most people couldn't give a toss.

Ah. Maybe work up a few phrases explaining your situation ahead of the trip?

Seeing it in a real theatre while stoned makes a huuuuuge difference. "It's full of stars!!"