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I'm certainly not there yet.  There is quite some way to go!

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Tuesday
Nov122013

Just out of reach

 

Powering through our favourite cinnamon Altoids, safe in the knowledge that we can replenish our stocks before long, I opened the latest pack to find this.

 

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Created in the UK for a North American market, I wasn’t surprised to find an American/Canadian reference to the saying when I googled it just now.  But I’m sure that I also recall my Mum using the expression in some way or other, possibly in a party game?  The trouble is, it’s just beyond the periphery of my memory and I can’t check by asking her, sadly.

But I’ll bet one of you clever people know.

Reader Comments (1)

I remember 'crying Uncle' to stop a chinese burn in a pre secondary school playground. This in deepest darkest Surrey and it hasn't cropped up since. But then I have lead a sheltered life!

November 13, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterLesley

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