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I find that Americans rarely pronounce the "hard T". I hear them pronounce little as liddle, pitiful as piddiful, literally as lidderally, beautiful as beaudiful*, etc. For years when asked if I wanted anything to drink at a restaurant, my husband would pipe up on my behalf because I pronounced an actual T but not the R in water (wadderr anyone?). * Or in my mother-in-law's case, beeyoodiful, but she was from The Bronx 😆

I hadn't been watching this season because the show had got so bad in the last years I'd given up on it. I heard this season is actually almost back on form so I've been bingeing. A couple of thoughts: unlike most here I really like Dr Lenox - she's straightforward and effective, and I liked the actor in Parenthood, so I was predisposed to like her here! I do wish the writers had just got over themselves early in the season and addressed her being on the spectrum. It was so obvious to a lay viewer and the medical staff would have recognized it very quickly. I do think she's way better written than the lead on The Good Doctor, who as written had no business being a doctor with all the untenable interactions he had with patients and downright dangerous behaviour on occasion. Maggie is marginally less unbearable as in the past, but she still needs to butt out of many situations and stop being so self-righteous. Also, who thinks it's okay to let someone take you to one of the most expensive restaurants in town, while planning to break up with them over dinner? I still love Ms Goodwin and Dr Charles, and Dr Asher is one of my favourites too. Dr Abrams makes me laugh with his obnoxious self, and I like the new TV star doctor, Frost. I like Nurse Doris, but I miss some of the old stalwart nurses (but not unbearable April).

And people who keep a stove or fire burning constantly at all times will sift out the ashes and use the remaining embers to start the new fire - so little Brownie Embers can be said to be the start of fully fledged fire-breathing, bad ass Girl Scouts.

I remember when I was a little girl I used to go door to door with a friend and collect cash for various charities! The same friend and I used to sometimes walk home from school to save the tuppence (two old pennies) bus fare to buy sweeties (candy).

Yorkshiremen don't hug.

The Rabbit. Enough said. (At least for those of us who lived through those years.)

My anally retentive (ex) sister-in-law used to check her credit card statement every night.

I remember in our family each kid had one thing they didn't like, in which case they picked it out, otherwise we ate what was given us on the plate handed to us (mushrooms in one case, fried eggs another). My parents were born in the 1930s to already frugal parents, which probably had a lot to do with how meals went*. * Anyone else out there with Yorkshire-folk for ancestors? 😄

"Tumblr" bothers me every time I see it. Along with other supposedly cute spellings.

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Am I the only person in the world who sat down for dinner seven nights a week and ate what was put in front of me?

I love me a good cheesy medical drama but this is just stupid with an unappealing lead.

Prunella Scales is 92, so tragic though her diagnosis is, I don't think she's Gen X.

I don't either but her name is shown right there on the commercial.