You refer to stiff upper lips and being tough during the war, but there is always something to whimper about when you read here, you seem to enjoy competing in misery, Adrian Mole style.
That’s so true, it’s embarrassing. I look at what people went through growing up during the troubles, with being blocked into your own streets by the British army/police for a full day, so an orange band can go by, checking under your car for bombs, because you were working in certain areas, closing the curtains, before you turn the light on in case you’re a target for one side or the other, people being lifted and held for days without charge, losing friends and family to both sides, etc.
I then listen to people around me now, complaining about their freeedom, civil liberties, face nappies, it’s only the vulnerable, etc and want to tell them to stop being so fucking pathetic and to go home and delete all their ‘be kind’ crap off their Facebooks. You’re being asked to wear a mask, keep your distance and wash your fucking hands. How hard is that. Yes, I know it’s also about jobs, money, etc, (I’ve been crippled by this financially, but I get on with it) but the main complaints is this nonsense about civil liberties and masks.
Don't pile on me, I do think you are lovely and where I'm from there are pearl clutching/always hard done by women gallore, too grin.
And some of you have a lovely, lovely sense of humor.
Wimp! 😂