FOWC with Fandango: Crisp

And in the British Isles we call them crisps. I remember as a kid, when we visited an English Pub, we children had to wait outside as we were too young to be allowed in the pub. Mum and dad would always stay with me outside and I always got my glass of Tizer (an english fizzy drink without Alcohol) and I got a small bag of crisps. At that time, in the fifties, the salt was not mixed with the crisps and you always got a small twist of paper with the salt in the bag, to sprinkle yourself over the crisps. It also seems that the price of a bag of crisps has increased considerably over the years.

RDP Monday: Puerile

I was in the middle of my breakfast this morning, my usual slice of cottage cheese on bread with a cup of tea and then something distorted my vision. It was a spider hanging down from the ceiling, just missing my head luckily. Spiders are not my favourites, especially when they interrupt my breakfast and this was a big one, although with thin legs. Actually no danger, but I kept myself composed, not wanting to have silly thoughts of being frightened. I am sure it was more frightened of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

And that was my childish excitement of the day.

Another word that I have never seen before and I must admit I do not even know how to pronounce it.