Roll on the solar flares that will knock all this modern day magic out of the sky, I love the smell of flares in the morning, and I don't mean a hippies trousers lol.
We will all have to sit at our writing desks by candle light and put quill to parchment in order to communicate with each other. Bring it on. Back to playing parlour games as tv will be a no no. I'll miss come dine but not much else
It's quite an awesome thought, how will humanity cope going back to basics. Only the double baked, rock cake bisquits will survive. Aroo, Aroo lol.
Lol, the woman who cooked the roast they were all bitching about has won the £1000 , you go girl
Love cookie xxx