Totally the wrong time of year for deading vermin as the usual disposal system is not in operation. i.e. maggots, flies and the material flying out of the way. Dead starlings in my sealed chimney departed like that without any smell at all. I am anticipating smells - fortunately not at home.
Bishop's Finger - that was almost as bad as one of my Dad's jokes. Should you ever be in want of employment you could get a job writing jokes for Christmas Crackers.
The cat's around here have little need of human intervention. Georgie-Porgy fat'n'fluffy just turned up and ingratiated herself with the other two cats I had at the time - one of whom wandered off the next day and died under the neighbour's house.
After she died Spooky from down the road offered her services by jumping in the window and curling up on my bed because another cat had moved into her house.
KarlLB, you speak truth.
Half of the household agrees......
There is a six dinner Sid cat that previously had the run of this house. Last week he made it to the indoor window sill. Now dog + dog smell is no more......
Let’s just say the doors are kept open now.
In my ideal world?
We get a cat.
As indicated by the Cat Marketing Board and the Cat Human Placing Committee
Sending sympathetic vibes to posters, particularly in regard to hearing aids! However, today I'd like to add a strong moan aboutt the assistant in Waitrose who assured me that the packet I was holding was genuine, old-fashioned, original porridge oats. they were not - they are those ghastly rolled oats. I have been unable to get proper porridge oats locally recently and took at axi specially to get them. Well, that was my choice, but, well, I am more than just a bit fed up about it! I mean, what is the world coming to, when you can't buy proper porridge oats!
How are you defining proper porridge oats? Do the widely available Scott's Porage Oats not qualify? They appear to be rolled, so you can understand why a shop assistant might imagine rolled oats would be what was required.
The instant packages of rolled oats are only in my home when my granddaughter is here. I use steel cut oats, and made a batch for Granddaughter and me. She didn't like it!!! How can it be! How can I have a grand that doesn't like real, home cooked oats?!
The porridge oats I refer to are those which are white, oval shapes, soft to the touch, and about, at a guess, 4 to 5 mm long and about 3mm wide. They are the sort that you can't make flapjacks without - not that I make those any more! They have to be the sort that are Quaker Scotch porridge oats although I don't mind if they are Tesco's. However, my granddaughter who is very much into cooking, has just phoned to say she will be in Salisbury next weekend and when I told her about the rolled oats, she said she will bring the genuine article and take the rolled oats, as she makes all sorts of things with them.
So I shall not have to bother about trailing back to Waitrose!!
But porridge is the food of those Horrid Foreign People north of the border, so should not be bought (or consumed) by True Children Of The English Empire.
OTOH, rice is to be the new staple diet of the True Children, as entire counties are converted, by Storms, into paddy-fields.
TICTH, therefore, the continuing Blo*dy Silly Weather.
The Clydesdale Bank... May they end up somewhere much hotter. Their online banking system is now so secure I can no longer get into my own account... ...etc
After an almost hour long phone call this morning it emerged that they didn't have a way to enter a North American phone number into their system, which was needed to process the new security protocol. That was the fourth long call and they eventually came up with the right answer after referring me to the complaints dept. Someone was able to fix it while I was waiting, and it works again. Not only that, the nice lady in Glasgow asked if a £50 credit would be an acceptable recompense for the inconvenience. It turned out that it would.
Totally the wrong time of year for deading vermin as the usual disposal system is not in operation. i.e. maggots, flies and the material flying out of the way. Dead starlings in my sealed chimney departed like that without any smell at all. I am anticipating smells - fortunately not at home.
No, usual disposal system is in operation, first fly seen yesterday at church. Admittedly the flys around Church tend to be suicidal judging by the number we had last summer in candles.
TICTH Marks & Sparks' online registration for their Sparks Card. I clicked on all the appropriate links, but when I got to the personal details page, the pull-down menu for "Title" wouldn't pull down, and as it was a required field, it wouldn't let me get any further.
Ha! You must still be using Canadian technology, which obviously will not work in The English Empire, being of Horrid Foreign provenance...
O do please, I implore you, change immediately to an Approved Imperial English Technology, whereupon all your problems will be solved, and Unicorns will dance about your head in jubilation...
TICTH, the sump pump hose, which, for the second time this winter, decided to freeze rather than remain open. Three times did I attempt to clear it but, in the end, the scissors had their time and I pierced the hose where it was open only to have the force of several gallons of water spring forth at high velocity and cover me head to toe, in the lee of the house, in the pouring rain, mired in three feet of snow. Acomplishing this wonder of plumbing craziness took three trips to the basement and three trips outside and around to the back of the house through snowbanks and I have seriously buggered up my already ailing foot and knee. So, while I do not have a flooded basement, which would be worse, I do have a new job for the plumber.
Not to seem like I am hogging the page or anything, but TICTH, my brain for thinking I was clipping my dog's tie out line onto her this morning when I was only clicking shut her collar buckle. It took both of us about the same amount of time to realize that she was free. Two and a half hours later, a kind person brought her back. So while she is safe, I'm still rather verklempt.
Which, apparently is in English dictionaries. But still.
History and Etymology for verklempt:
Borrowed from Yiddish farklemt "depressed, grieving," past participle of farklemen "to grip, press," going back to Middle High German verklemmen, from ver-, vir-, vor-, verb prefix, here with intensive force (going back to Old High German fir-, far- FOR-) + klemmen "to press, squeeze," going back to Old High German -klemmen (in biklemmen "to block, oppress"), going back to Germanic *klammjan-, derivative from a base *klamm-, whence Old English clam, clom "bond, fetter"
Norovirus!
Not Coronavirus.
Norovirus on the Ward where my sister is a patient and she has got it. So I shall not be visiting her this week. Am reluctant to ring for news as the poor staff will be run of their feet.
Oh dear. And I'll CTH the raw SEWAGE which has come up in our basement. Though the crisis is over for the moment, the Dread Event indicates that we must, we absolutely must, have the entire basement floor jackhammered up and the 120 year old pipe replaced with something slightly more modern. What a joy this summer's going to be!
Oh dear. And I'll CTH the raw SEWAGE which has come up in our basement. Though the crisis is over for the moment, the Dread Event indicates that we must, we absolutely must, have the entire basement floor jackhammered up and the 120 year old pipe replaced with something slightly more modern. What a joy this summer's going to be!
Sorry about your situation. Maybe turn the basement into a compost pile?
Seriously: trying to avoid TMI, but is someone making sure the place gets properly ventilated? Both for your health, and to prevent the produced gas from going "boom"?
Heh. We've had the plumbers out, and the line is cleared (for the moment, anyway--the tree roots are gaining ground again, even as we speak--who knows what unspeakable horrors lurk in the plumbing of mankind?--and I think (hope) that Mr Lamb has dealt with the remaining puddle. He said he would, but everybody is so remarkably crabby this week that I hesitate to cause, er, explosions by asking again. I'm not smelling that familiar bleurrgghh, so that's good. And the house is 120 years old, so ventilation is a foregone conclusion. The real challenge is keeping the critters (mice, groundhogs, burglars) OUT.
We had a raw sewage situation in the basement (really not much more than a crawl-space) of our house in St. John's. Luckily for us, it happened while we had a handyman in doing work for us. He actually discovered it, as he was storing the wood there for the siding he was replacing, and being a dab hand at plumbery as well as joinery, he had it mended in no time.
TICTH the fact that our local Foodbank has experienced a 39% rise in the demand for its services over the past year.
We hear that they are seeking new, and larger, storage premises...
I think your location was 'outed' on the local news this morning!
Please stop going on and on and on and on and ON about Coronavirus and asking whether we've all washed our hands in the last 30 seconds.
If you don't shut up, you won't die of Corona. I'm going to kill you first. 🤬
I certainly second that one! I phoned the surgery to make an appointment and had to listen to a long warning message - twice - before I could speak to a person.
Thirded! The whole of sweet Continental WesShire is going berserk too, including panic buying (I always have plenty of reserves myself, so really don't need a special occasion for anything like it).
The abstaining from handshaking rule I quite like, though; in my opinion they are maniac handshakers over here. Serves them right!
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Yes, I've occasionally discovered Auncient Drafts, but managed not to post them.
Re unwanted Rodents, I'm tempted to advise sufferers to attempt some mouse-to-mouse evangelism, and talk to them about Cheeses.
I'll see myself out.
You need a cat.
[This post brought to you by the Cat Marketing Board, together with the Cats' Human Placing Committee]
After she died Spooky from down the road offered her services by jumping in the window and curling up on my bed because another cat had moved into her house.
Half of the household agrees......
There is a six dinner Sid cat that previously had the run of this house. Last week he made it to the indoor window sill. Now dog + dog smell is no more......
Let’s just say the doors are kept open now.
In my ideal world?
We get a cat.
As indicated by the Cat Marketing Board and the Cat Human Placing Committee
So I shall not have to bother about trailing back to Waitrose!!
OTOH, rice is to be the new staple diet of the True Children, as entire counties are converted, by Storms, into paddy-fields.
TICTH, therefore, the continuing Blo*dy Silly Weather.
Wikipedia notes that
After an almost hour long phone call this morning it emerged that they didn't have a way to enter a North American phone number into their system, which was needed to process the new security protocol. That was the fourth long call and they eventually came up with the right answer after referring me to the complaints dept. Someone was able to fix it while I was waiting, and it works again. Not only that, the nice lady in Glasgow asked if a £50 credit would be an acceptable recompense for the inconvenience. It turned out that it would.
oats I want!!
I doubt if I'll make porridge - I just add them to my cereal!
No, usual disposal system is in operation, first fly seen yesterday at church. Admittedly the flys around Church tend to be suicidal judging by the number we had last summer in candles.
Chuffing technology.
O do please, I implore you, change immediately to an Approved Imperial English Technology, whereupon all your problems will be solved, and Unicorns will dance about your head in jubilation...
Which, apparently is in English dictionaries. But still.
History and Etymology for verklempt:
Borrowed from Yiddish farklemt "depressed, grieving," past participle of farklemen "to grip, press," going back to Middle High German verklemmen, from ver-, vir-, vor-, verb prefix, here with intensive force (going back to Old High German fir-, far- FOR-) + klemmen "to press, squeeze," going back to Old High German -klemmen (in biklemmen "to block, oppress"), going back to Germanic *klammjan-, derivative from a base *klamm-, whence Old English clam, clom "bond, fetter"
Not Coronavirus.
Norovirus on the Ward where my sister is a patient and she has got it. So I shall not be visiting her this week. Am reluctant to ring for news as the poor staff will be run of their feet.
"Raw", as in untreated, I think.
Sorry about your situation.
Seriously: trying to avoid TMI, but is someone making sure the place gets properly ventilated? Both for your health, and to prevent the produced gas from going "boom"?
Please avoid candles, etc.!
We hear that they are seeking new, and larger, storage premises...
O brave English Empire!
Please stop going on and on and on and on and ON about Coronavirus and asking whether we've all washed our hands in the last 30 seconds.
If you don't shut up, you won't die of Corona. I'm going to kill you first. 🤬
The abstaining from handshaking rule I quite like, though; in my opinion they are maniac handshakers over here. Serves them right!