Pin-seeker
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Del Boy knew the score.To quote Del Boy “It’s a babyâ€
Just be happy , no need for too much detail ðŸ‘
Del Boy knew the score.To quote Del Boy “It’s a babyâ€
Just be happy , no need for too much detail ðŸ‘
It’s another Americanism that is taking hold over here, daughter of a mate had one a few weeks ago, the girl went for the scan, a nurse confirmed “it†was healthy and the paperwork with the gender on was put in a sealed envelope, they went from the hospital to a Party shop and gave the owner the envelope.What a load of horlicks. I'm with the others and had to Google it as well. You find out the sex of your baby when it's born. If you want to know earlier ask at the scan and then tell people. Having a reveal.
It’s another Americanism that is taking hold over here, daughter of a mate had one a few weeks ago, the girl went for the scan, a nurse confirmed “it†was healthy and the paperwork with the gender on was put in a sealed envelope, they went from the hospital to a Party shop and gave the owner the envelope.
Later that afternoon the shop delivered a massive helium filled black balloon to the house, then once all the family and friends gathered, the happy couple stood either side of the balloon, pin in hands, big countdown from 10 and the couple burst the balloon, balloon burst and released about 15-20 smaller pink helium filled balloons, everybody screamed and clapped and hugged each other.
Mate (Grandad) fuming, thought it was ridiculous and a waste of money, but the baby’s healthy so that’s all that matters.
the woman on the peloton ad
Patrick will be out for a game then![]()
Grow up you child, to coin a phrasePatrick will be out for a game then![]()
Back to one of my hobby horses. I got an email advertising tickets for London theatre tickets. Seats in the stalls for the Lion King, admittedly the best views, £289 per ticket, so for the cost of hid and me taking 2 grandchildren I could probably buy a real giraffe!
I wasn't aware that the button CLOSED the doors as well as open them!Cretins that open the automatic doors to get onto a train and then can’t be arsed to push the button to close them and keep the warmth in. I’m damn sure they don’t do it at home, why do it here?
Back to one of my hobby horses. I got an email advertising tickets for London theatre tickets. Seats in the stalls for the Lion King, admittedly the best views, £289 per ticket, so for the cost of hid and me taking 2 grandchildren I could probably buy a real giraffe!