Danskcolin: Thursday October 16th 2025 "Don't you just hate having to apologise? I do, and I make no apology for that! [Why not?

Yes, friends, don't you just hate having to make an apology, especially if it's to the whole of East Hampshire, which is where Yours Truly now lives, with his light-to-moderate but infinitely patient wife Lois!

Did you see the story in this morning's local Onion News - turn to their "apology" pages! No, no excuses, do it now haha!

And in case you missed it, here's the story itself in all its gory detail, slightly edited for content, mostly of the "adult" variety - i.e. putting more of it in haha!

Poor Utley!!!!

Lois and I, however, have decided to reserve judgment on Utley till tomorrow's press conference due to be held at the town's iconic Royal Anchor pub, but rest assured, his latest "apology for an apology "will be fully covered in the pages of Yours Truly's blog printed version, so go down to your newsagents immediately, and order your copy now haha!

I'll be making an apology myself, later in this blog, so don't give up on it yet haha! [That's enough hahas! - Ed].

me crafting just my latest apology for my blog,

one of several over the years, to put it mildly!!!!

The Onion story however, at least gives Lois and me something to chuckle over on our daily walk this morning over Liphook United's "hallowed turf" at the so-called "rec" (recreation ground), on the London Road, And we're still chuckling later, in the autumnal morning gloom (!), as we sit and ponder in the home fans' "stand" - the 5 seater converted bus-shelter where, every Saturday afternoon, the team's fans - Sid and Doris Bonkers - watch their idols running up and down the pitch in their usual confused manner (!).

my light-to-moderate wife Lois and I, as we take our daily walk, which today,

in the autumnal gloom (!) takes us over local soccer team Liphook United's

"hallowed turf", sit in the iconic "home fans stand" - a 5-seater converted bus shelter

We're taking our walk as a bit of a break before lunch, after a stressful morning, during which local handyman William has taken down 7 of our window blinds and "fixings", in preparation for the visit from an Anglian Windows team, who will replace those 7 windows. William will then return and re-hang the blinds for us, thus sparing us a few blushes (!).

(left) 7 of our window blinds, sensitively removed by local handyman William,

and (right) flashback to last month when William put together an IKEA

flatpack wardrobe (ringed) for us, after managing to read the microscopic-fonted

instructions, which he somehow seems to be able to cope with - Kudos, William !!!!

In the meantime, till the windows get replaced and the blinds re-hung, Lois and I will be clearly visible through some of our windows, as we struggle, lightly clad if at all (!), to and from the loo in the middle of the night, so if you want to view us in nude or semi-nude state, for whatever "pervy" reason you might have (!), be advised that viewing spaces on the street outside are limited. So book your tickets now haha!!!!

And now, here's my "apology"!

In a recent blog post I may have inadvertently used the dialect term "mithered", for which I wholeheartedly and unreservedly apologise!

flashback to earlier this week: in a recent blog, I use the

word "mithered" for which I hereby unreservedly apologise!

And in case you're wonder, no, it isn't that the word is non-PC. And it isn't sexist, racist, ageist or any other "-ist" (!), come to that!

However, it is a northern word, and, as Steve, our American brother-in-law has pointed out, it could leave me open, as a southerner, to charges of "cultural appropriation".

And as if by a spooky coincidence, tonight, as Lois and I watch the Yorkshire-based series "All Creatures Great and Small", all about the adventures of a country veterinarian practice in the 1940's, one of the characters uses the term "mithering" in a very explicit way.

I can't help feeling it's the producers' way of delivering me a sharp rebuke (!).

I wonder....!

Vet wife Helen's family is worrying because Helen's younger sister Jenny is planning to start a nursing course down in London, and Jenny's getting fed up with their constant whining at the tea-table.

The family is concerned that Jenny is too young to travel south on her own to London and to live her next couple of years down there as a trainee nurse, especially when they find out the list Jenny's made of the clothes she plans to take with her, including her "smalls" (!).