We called in at the pub to have a drink with two English friends who live in the village. They were chatting to some English tourists passing through.
The landlord heard us chatting about the different ways St. Patrick and St. George are celebrated and called out to us......
Come on now.......it's your saint's day......you need to be celebrating.....what are you having......it's on the house......and he joined us for a a St. George's Day drink......
We are, Marval.....this is quite a special village......x
I did see, Mamya and it saddened me. I recall the days when the greetings were sincere and there was fun and banter.......today was more like immature playground behaviour......x
There are nice folk, Dunnital.....I have just read your post and am so sorry you are suffering. It really shook me to read it. I do hope you can find someone to help you out of the dark place you've found yourself in....much love.... Gx