Marty

Hi yourself, Gary. And thanks for the kind words. *Resists calling Gary out for his incorrect use of the word you're*

G'day, Duggie. Hope the aunt is making a good recovery. And g'day to all the rest of you CoTT-ers.

Sleep well, and pleasant dreams, clo.

I'm not. But I think @dughlas might be...

I didn't bother with dinner today. I met an old friend for a late breakfast near the middle of the day (or brunch, if you like) and consequently didn't fancy a large dinner. I had two slices of homemade wholemeal bread with homemade raspberry jam, and a fresh fruit salad (sliced apple, pear & banana, with a handful of fresh blueberries) instead.

How about ya, Page! (Said in a very thick Belfast accent....)

Just who are you calling a gentleman, Clo??? Back from mine, as well. It was a gentle walk down quiet country back lanes, where I dawdled looking at spring flowers in the verges and hedgerows (including buttercups, lady's smock, vetches, herb Robert, dog daisies, and wild strawberry), watching lambs gambol in the fields, and listening to the birds (the cuckoo was noisy this evening). The "Map my Walk" app on my phone gave the following stats:- (That's just a few yards over 3 miles, and a pace of 24 minutes 54 seconds per mile for those of you who haven't metricated yet 😛 ) Of course I couldn't resist taking some photographs, in spite of the fact that it was drizzling rain most of the walk. Here's a photo of some of the dog daisies:- And here's one of some wild strawberry flowers. I can't wait till the fruits form next month. They may be small, but their taste is exquisite and put cultivated strawberries to shame. And, towards the end of the walk, the clouds obligingly parted just sufficiently to allow the setting sun to make itself known... A perfect end to a perfect day!

No idea. Next question.

Okay, now my head's hurting. Think I'll go for a walk down the country lanes for an hour or so to try to clear it. Catch yous all later, gang!

I'm not sure about that. As I understand it, a single choice means something like yes or no - or stay or go - or true or false. In which case multiple choice would mean that there are more than two options. At least that's what I remember being told when I studied logic when I was in the sixth form many, many years ago... But I could be completely wrong. Maybe my memory is not what it used to be. Could be I'm mixing up choices with options... Maybe we should ask @Drew Espinosa (our resident mathematician?) for his opinion....

Multiple ones?

For Albert's sake, I hope the questions are all multiple choice....

Arsehole!

Just what are yous all talking about? I'm getting really confussled here...

Over here, a butt is something used for storing rain water (or it could be a discarded cigarette after it has been smoked)...

So are mine. (The ones I still have, that is.)

I dunno. I'd say that only you can know the answer to that (rhetorical?) question....

Or, to put it another way... I prefer bare faces to bear faces.

Feckin' sharks....

Oi! I was talking to Gary, not you!

Okay. I'm not really a fan of facial hair. So bite me! (Or just leave gum prints, if that's all you're capable of )

Same to you, Gary. My Sunday's been good, thanks. Very nice eyes on that guy. He could do with the loan of a razor, though...

I dunno... My experience has been that gums can sometimes do almost as much damage as teeth...

How's things with yourself, Gary

Hi, clo!