tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083684017954117107.post5408740133869979669..comments2024-03-19T08:06:06.018+00:00Comments on Life of a Fifty-Something Yorkshireman: Dear Iceland, we said send cash, not ash!Rarelesserspottedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15865928245970626612noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083684017954117107.post-63728053274149815842010-04-20T21:30:28.436+01:002010-04-20T21:30:28.436+01:00Hi Auntiegwen, that's not a saying I've he...Hi Auntiegwen, that's not a saying I've heard of, but I could think of a few choice alternatives... my colleague at work is panicking because he flies out to Spain on Friday, but I've got a text from BBC News tonight saying that UK airspace is open from 2200 hours BST tonight (Tuesday). My friend Middle Aged Gapper is stuck in Germany and surprise, surprise, he's found a hostelry to wait out the storm in.<br />XXRarelesserspottedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15865928245970626612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083684017954117107.post-75962692870145161402010-04-20T20:45:41.614+01:002010-04-20T20:45:41.614+01:00My sister by her own admission is "up tae hig...My sister by her own admission is "up tae high do" (very stressed and agitated, do they say that in Engerland?) as she is supposed to fly to Cyprus first thing wednesday morning xxauntiegwenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03605486752049211743noreply@blogger.com