. . . and remembers the nights they got plenty of sleep.
Good morning friends, the title of the post is probably more gong than dinner. But whilst you’re flipping those Pfannkuchen for breakfast, consider this.
Here is how last nights ‘obscurity’ originated. I found a wry little message on Facebook: “Having SNP (Scottish National Party not single-nucleotide polymorphism) guests for supper, shall I offer English or French mustard?”
Quick as a flash Mona replied: “French, in honour of Bonnie Prince Charlie, who was of course Italian.”
Bonnie Prince Charlie Italian, surely not!
I remembered all those crazy old risings at school and university, and thought I knew everything about the '15 and the '45. Bello Principe Carlo was never on the agenda.
Keep your minds...