The vote for Amendment 7 is quite a relief as the Withdrawal Bill would allow our Government to pull us out of the EU on whatever terms it wants, without checking with Parliament.
Never mind the question I would look at the vote. This country had almost a divide, North versus South, our area was Brexit and as soon as possible. If by some means the South manage to wangle a way out of it goodness knows where that would lead. The UK is not London or the prosperous south it is a Nation who voted to leave, narrow or not that was the wish and many an MP has been elected by just a few votes, it was still legal. Do the people matter or not, are we a dictatorship? saw one of those and the consequences, would not want it to happen again, the peoples wishes should prevail.
My neighbour, who originally came from Barcelona, is a nurse at our local hospital, where her English husband is a consultant urologist.
Yesterday, it was her 40th birthday. As they’re going away for Christmas, she invited a few of us to a Birthday-come-Christmas celebration-tea with a bonfire, lovely mulled wine, roasted chestnuts, jacket potatoes, all kinds of cakes music and lots of fun.
Whilst we were there, their new t.v. set was delivered by one of the local shop-men, where her husband had ordered it from.
She left us and went to answer the door. Several minutes later, she re-joined us giggling. The chappie, having heard her accent, chose to assume that she was the cleaner in such a large, beautiful house, so he asked her, “Where does she want it?”
When she wrote him out the cheque and gave him a tip for his service, he turned puce!
Needless to say, when her husband joined us later, he found the story hilarious. All that he managed to say, among his bursts of rather roaring laughter was, “What a fathead!” <img src="data:image/png;base64,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
My neighbour, who originally came from Barcelona, is a nurse at our local hospital, where her English husband is a consultant urologist.
Yesterday, it was her 40th birthday. As they’re going away for Christmas, she invited a few of us to a Birthday-come-Christmas celebration-tea with a bonfire, lovely mulled wine, roasted chestnuts, jacket potatoes, all kinds of cakes music and lots of fun.
Whilst we were there, their new t.v. set was delivered by one of the local shop-men, where her husband had ordered it from.
She left us and went to answer the door. Several minutes later, she re-joined us giggling. The chappie, having heard her accent, chose to assume that she was the cleaner in such a large, beautiful house, so he asked her, “Where does she want it?”
When she wrote him out the cheque and gave him a tip for his service, he turned puce!
Needless to say, when her husband joined us later, he found the story hilarious. All that he managed to say, among his bursts of rather roaring laughter was, “What a fathead!” <img src="data:image/png;base64,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Yes, Joyce! Let's hope things improve....
Hopeful news!
The vote for Amendment 7 is quite a relief as the Withdrawal Bill would allow our Government to pull us out of the EU on whatever terms it wants, without checking with Parliament.
If a referendum vote is almost 50/50, perhaps there is something wrong with the question.
Never mind the question I would look at the vote. This country had almost a divide, North versus South, our area was Brexit and as soon as possible. If by some means the South manage to wangle a way out of it goodness knows where that would lead. The UK is not London or the prosperous south it is a Nation who voted to leave, narrow or not that was the wish and many an MP has been elected by just a few votes, it was still legal. Do the people matter or not, are we a dictatorship? saw one of those and the consequences, would not want it to happen again, the peoples wishes should prevail.
Frank.
My neighbour, who originally came from Barcelona, is a nurse at our local hospital, where her English husband is a consultant urologist.
Yesterday, it was her 40th birthday. As they’re going away for Christmas, she invited a few of us to a Birthday-come-Christmas celebration-tea with a bonfire, lovely mulled wine, roasted chestnuts, jacket potatoes, all kinds of cakes music and lots of fun.
Whilst we were there, their new t.v. set was delivered by one of the local shop-men, where her husband had ordered it from.
She left us and went to answer the door. Several minutes later, she re-joined us giggling. The chappie, having heard her accent, chose to assume that she was the cleaner in such a large, beautiful house, so he asked her, “Where does she want it?”
When she wrote him out the cheque and gave him a tip for his service, he turned puce!
Needless to say, when her husband joined us later, he found the story hilarious. All that he managed to say, among his bursts of rather roaring laughter was, “What a fathead!” <img src="data:image/png;base64,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
Last edited: 15 December 2017 17:46:55
My neighbour, who originally came from Barcelona, is a nurse at our local hospital, where her English husband is a consultant urologist.
Yesterday, it was her 40th birthday. As they’re going away for Christmas, she invited a few of us to a Birthday-come-Christmas celebration-tea with a bonfire, lovely mulled wine, roasted chestnuts, jacket potatoes, all kinds of cakes music and lots of fun.
Whilst we were there, their new t.v. set was delivered by one of the local shop-men, where her husband had ordered it from.
She left us and went to answer the door. Several minutes later, she re-joined us giggling. The chappie, having heard her accent, chose to assume that she was the cleaner in such a large, beautiful house, so he asked her, “Where does she want it?”
When she wrote him out the cheque and gave him a tip for his service, he turned puce!
Needless to say, when her husband joined us later, he found the story hilarious. All that he managed to say, among his bursts of rather roaring laughter was, “What a fathead!” <img src="data:image/png;base64,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
I tried to edit the earlier version, and as it's plainly apparent, I succeeded entirely!!
Some times, I'm utterly convinced this website has a mind of its own!