When she solved the impossible puzzle in ten minutes, that's what I call genius.

Thatcham, a town and civil parish with a town council in West Berkshire, organized a summer festival in the market square.

The village skull-thatcher took pride in weaving delicate straw bonnets for the harvest festival.

Whenever a new issue arises, she crosses that bridge when one comes to it, preferring to gather all the facts first.

When decisions pile up, she calmly claims she burns that bridge when one comes to it.

By crossing that bridge when one comes to it, she avoided needless worry about the project.

She crossed that bridge when one came to it, so she didn't worry about potential problems in advance.

After the project failed, he kept telling himself the mill cannot grind with water that is past.

When he blamed the traffic for being late, I said, "don't give me that."

When the project was finally approved, she raised her cup and said, 'that's your sort,' meaning there was nothing left to do.