My gran used to knit me jumpers every Christmas, and they were dreadful. One year, she made me this burgundy monstrosity - sleeves different lengths, collar crooked, bit of yarn unraveling here and there. But the worst bit was, she had embroidered it across the front with the words ‘FOREIGNERS GO HOME’.
I hated to hurt her feelings, but this was over the line. I told her, ‘Gran, I can’t wear this...
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I hated to hurt her feelings, but this was over the line. I told her, ‘Gran, I can’t wear this...
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson