For some reason I was thinking of what to write for the Letter R, and the word Reverse came to me, and with it the memory of my Dad telling me many years ago about when he learned to drive, which was either just before the Second World War or during it.
traffic jam
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I have to admit that moving back to the UK after having lived in the USA for the last fifteen years is a bit of a reverse culture shock for me in many ways. Fifteen years is long enough to get past most of the pangs of missing things from […]
I started my new job today, and all went very well. I am hoping this is the right job to see me through until retirement. The day started with my getting up before Debbie, which is unusual since we have been getting up based on when she needed to go […]