Well, the good news is I got 18 years out of my last water heater.
I don't need to tell you the bad news.
I don't need to tell you the bad news.
TBH I was happy and not happy at different points in my life. But no I don't sit there wishing I was this age or that age. Well maybe retired on a Monday morning!Amen to this.
A heartfelt, passionate and profound amen to this.
I loathed my teens, and deeply disliked my early twenties.
However, my mid to late twenties were better, my thirties and forties (and yes, fifties) were each, successively, far better than the decade that had preceded it, a time when I had become comfortable in my skin and grown into myself.
Anyway, I am one of those who does not regret - not in the slightest (well, perhaps, apart from a slight regret that the boundless energy of youth is a more fleeting experience these days) - the passing of my youth.
Actually, I think that I was born middle aged, - certainly, I have always felt that way - and am one of those people of whom it could be said that I never quite got the hang of being young.
THe real bad news is you'll be lucky to get half of that with your new one! Good luck with it.Well, the good news is I got 18 years out of my last water heater.
I don't need to tell you the bad news.![]()
My mother always said that her family were what she used to describe as "late developers", and used to assure us (when we were adolescents) that it didn't matter if you hadn't worked everything out in your teens, or early twenties, that people developed, and matured, at different rates, and that she (and she had excelled at sport in her twenties, playing table tennis at just under international level) herself had hugely relished and enjoyed life - both personal and professional - in her forties and fifties, much more so than when she had been younger, though she had also enjoyed that.TBH I was happy and not happy at different points in my life. But no I don't sit there wishing I was this age or that age. Well maybe retired on a Monday morning!
I am truly astonished that I managed to survive my twenties...Personally I’d rather not go back to my teens, twenties or thirties. I’m quite happy where I am.
And those are the very years (along with a period in your late teens) when you are utterly convinced that you are quite simply, virtually immortal.I am truly astonished that I managed to survive my twenties...
Some days I just can’t do it. Amazing I’ve made it this far to be perfectly honest.I am truly astonished that I managed to survive my twenties...
Teens for me. I was a heavy drinker back then. Settled down by my twenties. I met Mrs AFB when I was 22.I am truly astonished that I managed to survive my twenties...
I was probably the opposite. I think because I was out of education and into full time work at 15. You had a lot less time to work stuff out. You just had ti get on with it.My mother always said that her family were what she used to describe as "late developers", and used to assure us (when we were adolescents) that it didn't matter if you hadn't worked everything out in your teens, or early twenties, that people developed, and matured, at different rates, and that she (and she had excelled at sport in her twenties, playing table tennis at just under international level) herself had hugely relished and enjoyed life - both personal and professional - in her forties and fifties, much more so than when she had been younger, though she had also enjoyed that.
Oh, yes.The demise of customer service is on my mind. Mobile phone companies in particular.
Indeed. Unfortunately sometimes that isn't an option.Oh, yes.
Amen to this.
Mobile phone companies are among the very worst for customer service.
Actually, one of the (many) reasons that I like the farmers' market is that I am dealing directly with - talking to, engaging with, buying from - the people who grew (or raised) the produce that they are selling, the people who did the actual work, and not some anonymous multinational company.
Unfortunately.Indeed. Unfortunately sometimes that isn't an option.
a big metal door with a “Byrotron” sign and the room number.
And I would imagine that they each may have been spelt rather differently in the time of Chaucer, a time where the spelling would have reflected the pronunciation to a greater extent, although both spelling and pronunciation have changed considerably (the former standardised, the latter influenced by changes such as what is known as The Great Vowel Shift) over the subsequent centuries.The phrase "smooth robot comfort" contains only "o" vowels, and they're all pronounced differently.
Interesting.
You are welcome.Re: newsnow
Thank you for another news source; now I have that as well as The Guardian and El País English.