By amigoponc on Skatehive
Si eres de habla hispana, la versión en español es mejor para ti; debes hacer clic 👉 AQUÍ There’s a phrase in English that’s been going round and round in my head this Sunday as I tried, unsuccessfully, not to look at my neighbour’s WhatsApp status: “Not your onions!”. Literally: “They’re not your onions!” It’s the British, vegetable-themed version of our traditional “mind your own business”, but with a much more poetic twist. Because, let’s be honest, if there’s one thing we humans love almost as much as having a nap, it’s crying over the onions that others are chopping in their kitchen. They’re not your onions! Art of crying over other people’s stews Today I woke up with the firm intention of practising the noble art of ‘navel-gazing’. But there I was, at ten in the morning, analysing why the removal van outside the building opposite was carrying a fuchsia-coloured sofa. Who buys a fuchsia sofa in the middle of 2024? Is it a statement of principle or a catalogue error? Have they got