Today we had one of our identity dinners.

That’s what we call them. We experience our culture during the identity dinners.

Boiled potatoes, salted herring, smoked haddock, pickled cabbage, pickled mushrooms, pickled veg.

It was delicious but the consequences of this salt bomb will not be pretty.

That’s our identity. It feels good for a short while but then there’s heavy payback.

Poor students are so scared of saying “Merry Christmas” that they were greeting me with “Happy Monday!” yesterday.

OK, I’m cured.

Some more of this, and I’ll live forever.