Yeah, I'm sorry, I had to stop reading when I read that they own not just one but TWO homes. I saw red.
Meanwhile, I'm relatively terrified that my retirement will be living in a cardboard box under a bridge after suffering from multiple strokes based on family history.
I agree with your terminology - updating is for often small incremental software patches.
Upgrade would be a complete program overhaul, or more commonly in my use of it, a change to a newer, better physical product.
Every time I see these ridiculous solutions being proposed, I get so frustrated. My partner and I are trying to do the right thing, saving and not stealing from our future selves - but we're competing against these insane policies that do nothing but drive up the price even further.
We just met our original goal, but the cost of a home in our regional area has pretty much doubled since we moved back after giving up on Sydney a few years back now, so we're no further ahead.
Did that.
Doc was 45 minutes late to work.
She was a nice lady but that had me fuming.
I then had to wait two hours for a taxi. I was in tears from anxiety by the time I got home, then had to go back to work.
Luckily I am WFH so no one could see me crying.
That was a bad day!
As a connoisseur of poh tay toes, they look gross.
Yep. Turned down one rental many years ago due to too many flights of stairs and no lift - and being too poor to hire movers.
I got a good, thankful laugh when I watched the episode a couple of years back.
Pivot! PIVOT!
Sorry, I had to.
Love the erasure of straight, infertile couples here as well.
"You CAN make babies" - not necessarily.
Childfree by choice here, but the all around insensitivity to anyone not straight and fertile just really gets my goat.
I'm an Aussie, and a biscuit is a biscuit, plus I love Britcoms, yet I've never heard the term!
I love it, though.
I love horror films with terrifying vengeful spirits. I get sad when someone kills a harmless spider. I love running around the wasteland of Fallout games and blasting the baddies. I cried when a bird flew into the glass of my bedroom window and died.
Exactly. I wouldn't be working in some office job; I'd be volunteering my time to give back to the community, keep me active, and maybe make some friends. All part of keeping from becoming a weird hermit, which is my natural instinct.
Not sure if you're pulling our legs or really don't know..
We've had the term "suss c*nt" in Aussie English for decades, and British English isn't that far removed.