I won't say I was slow developer, but our teacher was quite pleased to have someone her own age in the class to talk to.

It was a pretty posh place. They were so used to fur coats that two bears strolled in and ordered lunch and nobody even noticed.

A neighbour put his budgerigar in the mincing machine and invented shredded tweet.

My parents never understood me; they were Japanese.

We were so poor; the ultimate luxury in our house at the time was ashtrays without advertisements.

A luxury meal was prairie sandwiches - two slices of bread with wide-open spaces between them.

She had been married so often she bought a drip-dry wedding dress.