@Piglet I think you should check the West Lothian council website regarding your bins. As I read it you should have at least two, maybe three. They are grey, blue and brown, and the blue one is for recycling. If you don't have one the council ought to give one if you communicate with them. At least they would where I live! There is no way in this day and age that you should have to cart your plastics and papers away to some remote location: that is hardly the way to encourage environmental responsibility.
I'm going to get on to it - getting my brother to come over isn't an option, as he's in a different tier, so I'll see what WLC have to say. There isn't actually space in the bin cupboard for me to have more than one, but I could keep it outside the front door - that's what my neighbour seems to do.
All the Blue Bins have been sold to the Kingdom of Kent, to be converted into Boris Bog-Boxes, for the use of incontinent lorry-drivers on Kent motorways post-Brexit.
I hadn't thought of that. According to news reports on Facetube, due to a clerical error, Orkney Islands Council recently ordered a thousand blue bins in the wrong size, so that may explain the shortage.
Unfortunately West Lothian Council probably won't want them, as they're printed with OIC's coat of arms ...
I think that'll be my next move; I don't know why I've been shy about introducing myself to the bloke next door. He spoke to us when we were viewing the flat and seemed very friendly (I think my sister-in-law had quite a chat with him), but I haven't bumped into him since I moved in, and I'm not sure of the protocol of just knocking on a stranger's door - especially in the middle of a pandemic!
I get them confused too: I think David's brother-in-law is a Man of Kent (I'm not sure where he was born), but his daughter (who was born in Canterbury) is a Kentish Maid.
There is some dispute, but being born EAST of the Medway makes you a Man (or Maid) of Kent, whilst WEST of the river makes you a Kentish Maid (or Man).
Canterbury is east of the Medway, so b-i-l's daughter is a Maid of Kent.
Hermes. I suppose naming themselves after a deity associated with trickery and thieving as well as being a messenger is a bit of a giveaway. Delivered package at 21:04 last night. At my address. Lies. No sign.
Oh Penny I sympathise - I had a package delivered by them when I was out. I got a message to say it had been delivered and was home half an hour later. By which point the parcel had been nicked. They were able to supply a picture of it by the front door and it was my front door. I got intouch with the supplier - and they sent a replacement which I thought was amazing and they did so without hesitation. So, I hope you are able to get what you ordered. It's upsetting.
There's a lockable cupboard they can put things in - and have in the past.* The doorstep is out of sight from passers by, Checked to see if the neighbour had taken it into protective custody. Have sympathy for someone required to be out after 9 at night delivering.
Research shows that the three balls of yarn, bought to complete a Christmas present, are probably the last balls of that colour in the country - at least available on line.
I wish I'd gone for click and collect from Waitrose - but I am observing lockdown, and didn't want to go into the shop.
*In one case, having failed to ring or knock, took the time to remove stuff from the cupboard as the delivery was a large box, and then build a wall of said removed stuff across in front of it. Bearing this in mind, I have removed stuff from the cupboard to search for a fairly small plastic bag, in case they decided that the empty plastic box arranged sideways on to be a good place to put stuff wasn't good enough. But no.
Local rumour has it that there have been cases of the couriers photographing packages on doorsteps and then taking them away themselves.
I suspect I'll be consigning myself to Hell shortly, as I've ordered a Christmas tree from B&Q, and missed the bit in the "checkout" where you can tell them which day you want it delivered. It's apparently going to arrive on Thursday, and if it was at 9 in the evening that would be fine, but I suspect it'll be rather earlier, and while I'm at work.
If there was a space on the order for a safe place to leave it (the dustbin store would probably do) then I didn't notice it.
Local rumour has it that there have been cases of the couriers photographing packages on doorsteps and then taking them away themselves.
I received such a picture earlier this week from a delivery company, and arrived home to discover no package. I then opened the storm door to find a note from my neighbours across the hall saying they'd seen my unattended package and had taken it in themselves as they weren't sure it was safe/secure. Thank you, kindly neighbours.
I have ordered a three foot long tubular heater for background in the bedroom without a vent from the warm air. I dread to think what will become of that!
Just had an email. It is in the hands of Royal Mail.
Who I arrived downstairs to find had left an "in the cupboard note" - no doorbell again. But it turned out to be a bottle of eucalyptus oil which I need for mixing up in the fashion of Martha Gardner to make wool wash. So it fitted in the cupboard easily - though the postie didn't use the empty box I'd installed for that sort of thing.
I have a notice on the door by the letter box. "Please ring all the bell buttons to be sure of being heard. The letterbox cannot be heard." I have three bells. The original which has a loud buzz which I can hear everywhere except my bedroom or the garden. The wifi one which I bought for use in the garden, but for which I lost the receiver (now found), and the other wifi one which I bought to replace the garden one and the receiver for which is in my bedroom. And loud. Not a buzz, not a dingdong. Don't know if Fur Elise went off as it is in the hall.
I had a delivery this morning and an email to say it had arrived. I opened the door it wasn’t there, but parcels often get delivered to similar named house down the road, so I trotted down the road and there it was.
John Lewis customer services. My iron has a split in its sole plate and is within their 2 year guarantee. The receipt, which I emailed them, is missing an essential customer number so I have to physically visit a store to exchange or refund. In December. During a pandemic.
My Iron Ing is nearly always put aside for a couple of months ...
Re: my Christmas tree from B&Q - I spent today playing telephone tag with them and eventually got a lovely lady who said it would be sorted (with one minor change to the decorations I'd ordered). Jolly good show, I thought, and then when I was on my way home I got an e-mail to say the order had been cancelled!
I'm not sure what to do now - I've got a Teams training session in the morning, so I'll have to turn my mobile off. I'm beginning to think sod it.
I received an email from Australia Post on Wednesday to say delivery of my new phone cases would be delayed and should arrive some time in the future. However they’d already been safely delivered to my desk at work on Tuesday.
Alas, I am sometimes in the habit of grinding my teeth when asleep (so the former Mrs BF told me...), and I seem to have started doing this again recently. A group of molars (lower jaw) is loose, and the gums are tender, so that it's quite painful to bite down on them.
Given the Troubles of the Time, I'm reluctant to visit a dentist, so have ordered, from my good friend Mr E Bay, a certain Device which fits into one's Gob to prevent the grinding whilst asleep.
I hope it works.
Wikipedia tells me that teeth-grinding can be caused by stress and anxiety - another effect of the pandemic, maybe?
Teeth grinding is debilitating - I have a special thing to wear to protect my teeth but I know that feeling of aching jaw and headache and tension when I wake up in the morning. I hope you are able to find some relief Bishops Finger.
Update re: my B&Q order: I had an e-mail from them this morning saying it would be delivered on Saturday morning.
We'll see - I'm planning on a very long lie tomorrow after my first week at work in nearly five years, so I hope the postman won't be horrified by my unkempt appearance!
We'll see - I'm planning on a very long lie tomorrow after my first week at work in nearly five years, so I hope the postman won't be horrified by my unkempt appearance!
Ours seem unshockable. Including the time that I was in the shower when the doorbell rang, so I nipped out onto the landing to look out the window to see who it was.
Alas, our postie, having had no immediate response to the doorbell had come into our hallway to leave a parcel.
We had a brief moment - me at the top of the stairs looking down, and the postie at the bottom of the stairs looking up....
I had grabbed a towel to minimise drippage onto the carpet, so I was decent-ish but...
Anyway, the postie just said "parcel for you" and legged it.
I had a parcel delivered today - the poor postie couldn’t have looked more wet and windswept if he was on the deck of a trawler in a gale! Still cheerful though!
It is always a big delivery day for me on Saturday - the weekly shop from Tesco arrives. I started online grocery deliveries in March during lockdown, and I am a convert. The Tesco drivers are always cheerful too, and are far too polite to comment on the chocolate-to-vegetable ratio in my deliveries...
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All the Blue Bins have been sold to the Kingdom of Kent, to be converted into Boris Bog-Boxes, for the use of incontinent lorry-drivers on Kent motorways post-Brexit.
Simples!
Unfortunately West Lothian Council probably won't want them, as they're printed with OIC's coat of arms ...
I'll get me bog-brush, and me PPE...
I'll maybe pluck up the courage to chap his door ...
I should have thought of that in my earlier post.
I may have got them the wrong way round ...
Canterbury is east of the Medway, so b-i-l's daughter is a Maid of Kent.
A Man (or Maid) of Kent, as the case may be, as the mooring is on the east side of the river.
Research shows that the three balls of yarn, bought to complete a Christmas present, are probably the last balls of that colour in the country - at least available on line.
I wish I'd gone for click and collect from Waitrose - but I am observing lockdown, and didn't want to go into the shop.
*In one case, having failed to ring or knock, took the time to remove stuff from the cupboard as the delivery was a large box, and then build a wall of said removed stuff across in front of it. Bearing this in mind, I have removed stuff from the cupboard to search for a fairly small plastic bag, in case they decided that the empty plastic box arranged sideways on to be a good place to put stuff wasn't good enough. But no.
Local rumour has it that there have been cases of the couriers photographing packages on doorsteps and then taking them away themselves.
If there was a space on the order for a safe place to leave it (the dustbin store would probably do) then I didn't notice it.
I'm a piglet of very little brain ...
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I received such a picture earlier this week from a delivery company, and arrived home to discover no package. I then opened the storm door to find a note from my neighbours across the hall saying they'd seen my unattended package and had taken it in themselves as they weren't sure it was safe/secure. Thank you, kindly neighbours.
Just had an email. It is in the hands of Royal Mail.
I have a notice on the door by the letter box. "Please ring all the bell buttons to be sure of being heard. The letterbox cannot be heard." I have three bells. The original which has a loud buzz which I can hear everywhere except my bedroom or the garden. The wifi one which I bought for use in the garden, but for which I lost the receiver (now found), and the other wifi one which I bought to replace the garden one and the receiver for which is in my bedroom. And loud. Not a buzz, not a dingdong. Don't know if Fur Elise went off as it is in the hall.
Re: my Christmas tree from B&Q - I spent today playing telephone tag with them and eventually got a lovely lady who said it would be sorted (with one minor change to the decorations I'd ordered). Jolly good show, I thought, and then when I was on my way home I got an e-mail to say the order had been cancelled!
I'm not sure what to do now - I've got a Teams training session in the morning, so I'll have to turn my mobile off. I'm beginning to think sod it.
I'm sure you could find someone who would appreciate that!
Alas, I am sometimes in the habit of grinding my teeth when asleep (so the former Mrs BF told me...), and I seem to have started doing this again recently. A group of molars (lower jaw) is loose, and the gums are tender, so that it's quite painful to bite down on them.
Given the Troubles of the Time, I'm reluctant to visit a dentist, so have ordered, from my good friend Mr E Bay, a certain Device which fits into one's Gob to prevent the grinding whilst asleep.
I hope it works.
Wikipedia tells me that teeth-grinding can be caused by stress and anxiety - another effect of the pandemic, maybe?
We'll see - I'm planning on a very long lie tomorrow after my first week at work in nearly five years, so I hope the postman won't be horrified by my unkempt appearance!
Ours seem unshockable. Including the time that I was in the shower when the doorbell rang, so I nipped out onto the landing to look out the window to see who it was.
Alas, our postie, having had no immediate response to the doorbell had come into our hallway to leave a parcel.
We had a brief moment - me at the top of the stairs looking down, and the postie at the bottom of the stairs looking up....
I had grabbed a towel to minimise drippage onto the carpet, so I was decent-ish but...
Anyway, the postie just said "parcel for you" and legged it.
It is always a big delivery day for me on Saturday - the weekly shop from Tesco arrives. I started online grocery deliveries in March during lockdown, and I am a convert. The Tesco drivers are always cheerful too, and are far too polite to comment on the chocolate-to-vegetable ratio in my deliveries...