There are things you cannot explain to a wool and should not have to. The way the wind comes off the river. The way a bus takes it personal. The way “sound” can mean yes, no, maybe, and I love you.
You know which shop does the good gravy. You know which auntie will clock a new haircut from three streets away. You know that “I’ll come now” is a timescale, not a promise.
This list is for the nods. The ones you do without thinking. If you have never stood in a kitchen while two people argue about a match that finished in 1989, keep reading. You might still catch up.