Why is it when I see a list of rules. That I feel like a fluffy bunny that's spent time incarcerated in a dark box and then put in the middle lovely bowling green only to find myself hamstringed with a tight band secured around my chest so that I can't breathe properly. I have always been the same. It has got me into all sorts of interesting things over the years.
It's not that I don't think rules necessary. Some.
But diversity is the spice of life.
And anyway you have missed one.
No Badger Baiting.
If this smacks of not valuing this site and what it facilitates I apologise. For that is not the intent.
It is a great place to find information fun and frolic and it is all down to volunteers nurturing it along. So why do I feel smothered?
It must be because I can't hurl Miss Piggy at ministers of state.