That may be debatable, but your physical appearance is not. I'm going with the assumption that the idiot had just made a pass at you and been brought to a suitable understanding of his lowly position in the universe. Nothing else makes sense here.
Myself. I saw a "hack" on Facebook to get a super-clean kitchen sink., sparkling right down to the U-bend.
My kitchen sink is indeed now very clean right down to the U-bend, but, alas, the said U-bend is no longer watertight.....
I 'fessed up immediately that I had caused the problem by "vigorous cleaning" and the North East family are being sympathetic. However, I know that their sympathy would turn to incredulity if they realised exactly what my "vigorous cleaning" entailed...
Myself. I saw a "hack" on Facebook to get a super-clean kitchen sink., sparkling right down to the U-bend.
My kitchen sink is indeed now very clean right down to the U-bend, but, alas, the said U-bend is no longer watertight.....
I 'fessed up immediately that I had caused the problem by "vigorous cleaning" and the North East family are being sympathetic. However, I know that their sympathy would turn to incredulity if they realised exactly what my "vigorous cleaning" entailed...
Is it a plastic U-bend https://tinyurl.com/y65l8224 ? Can you screw the joints up a bit tighter? (Do it by hand though, squeezing too hard with a wrench etc is not a good idea as things will creack and your latter state will be worse wetter than the former).
I seem to have wrecked a rubber seal. Although my sink is clean down to the U-bend, the leak is at the top, rather than the bottom of the U-bend bit.
Two plumbers have now phoned me back to say they are fully booked this week.
But on the plus side, the family still think that "vigorous cleaning" means that I was giving it laldy with the eco-scrubber, and haven't twigged that a screwdriver was involved....
Ah, is it the thing where you lever up the plug hole cover to discover hidden reservoirs of grunge? My feeling is, who am I to disrupt a functioning bacterial ecosystem? (Plus there's enough visible squalor to be going on with).
Ah, is it the thing where you lever up the plug hole cover to discover hidden reservoirs of grunge? My feeling is, who am I to disrupt a functioning bacterial ecosystem? (Plus there's enough visible squalor to be going on with).
Yes, that one. If you ever feel tempted, don't do it!
Although there is certain hideous fascination in seeing the underside of the plug hole cover.
Beware of screwdrivers! When I was a child. my brother and I were cleaning the rims of our bike wheels ( the bit the the brake pad rubs against when applying the brakes). I decided it was taking too long and got a screwdriver, spun the wheel and held the screwdriver against the rim. It cleaned up well. So he got a screwdriver to do the same. Unfortunately his fine motor control was not as good as mine and the blade of the screwdriver went through both the tyre and tube.
When using a butter knife (!) to chip away at Too Much Ice in the fridge, I (of course) pierced the thingy that holds the gas (or whatever it is that makes the fridge work)...
Fortunately, a local emporium had a suitable new replacement fridge, for not too many £££.
For years I had a leak under a bathroom sink. I had several plumbers work on the problem, but none could find the leak. Finally a sensible plumber took everything apart and put it back together, carefully sealing each joint. Problem solved.
Today I am sending down below, fire, high winds, power outage, and temp over 100F. Who let them all out of hell at once anyway? I am getting tired of all of this stress on top of Covic. I am grateful that yet again our home did not burn but the fire season is far from over. At a younger age I would move but now I am a little old to be starting over in an area where I know no one.
Whoever is responsible (possibly not the right word) for supplying my local newsagent with papers. I used to pick mine up free at the supermarket, but switched to delivery to enable staying locked down. Only for several days now, it has not arrived, because the newsagent has been sent them too late for the paper boy, so I have to go and collect it. Presumably a bunch more people as well, though I haven't seen them when I go over there. I don't think I can be the only Guardian in the village.
I find the paper easier. I had a letter from the newsagent when I picked up today's. It seems they have a dispute with the wholesaler, who has been regularly delivering outside the time specified in their contract since June. This has not been a problem when the delivery people are not at school or college, but now they are back, it is. The newsagent is part of a chain, the wholesaler is also a well known chain, so you would think they could sort it out.
I am in the throes of composing a set of letters explaining that I switched to delivery, initially using the Guardian's free twelve weeks offer, so that I did not have to go out, for obvious reasons, and would like to be able to isolate if it becomes necessary again. Versions to the newsagent to pass on to Menzies, direct to Menzies, and to the Guardian. (I miss stuff on line.)
My mother's first stroke left her paralysed down the right [dominant] side and aphasic. She lived with this for eleven years, when the second massive stroke caused her death. However, her heart did not give up for three and a half days while she was heavily sedated to prevent convulsions. Death was indeed welcome.
I'm calling to hell Low Traffic Networks. As I understand it they are ways of encouraging local councils to think of schemes that persuade people not to drive down residential roads but to find other routes instead. The one in our area has ended up directing the traffic down our road. It has always been a road with far too much traffic given it's width and the amount of pedestrians on the narrow pavements. Yesterday traffic was backed up outside out house all afternoon. I agree with encouraging people to use their cars less, but doing it by making them do it because they were fed up with being in a traffic jam outside my door doesn't seem the most sensible way of doing it.
My mother's first stroke left her paralysed down the right [dominant] side and aphasic. She lived with this for eleven years, when the second massive stroke caused her death. However, her heart did not give up for three and a half days while she was heavily sedated to prevent convulsions. Death was indeed welcome.
That is indeed tragic, @Barnabas_Aus - the elderly and ill yet cling to life with unbelievable tenacity.
One of our neighbours seems to have suffered a severe stroke some years ago. According to her husband (and we didn't feel up to questioning him about it, obvs) the ambulance took over an hour to find their house (our road has no numbers, only house names, and three entrances) and then it took 5 hours for her to be seen in A&E.
As we walked away, Mr. S murmured to me 'if that ever happens, tell the ambulance drivers to take another turn or two round the block!' and I couldn't disagree...
So I will second your consignment of strokes to hell!
I failed 3 times to prove I'm not a robot in one of those "check all boxes which contain <traffic lights/mountains/dead parrots>". I'm an effing robot!
...all shown in teeny-tiny pix (rendered even teenier and tinier on a phone) that desperately strain aging eyes, with no recourse. Dear millennials, PLEASE STOP IT!
My impression is that the "I'm not a robot" check is occurring far more frequently than it used to. Previously, I copped it only when I was doing a whole series of searches in quick succession. Now it's hard to go anywhere new online without copping it.
There are variations, though I haven't seen any for a while. But one was "funcaptcha", which had you play a brief game, rather than type a code you see. I preferred that.
I don't like having to translate US names for street furniture before I can even start, and then work out whether they apply to said furniture which is not what we have over here.
Although there's no problem with "hills", "bridges", "chimneys", "bicycles" or "traffic lights". My main problem is that the pictures are so small and murky.
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My kitchen sink is indeed now very clean right down to the U-bend, but, alas, the said U-bend is no longer watertight.....
I 'fessed up immediately that I had caused the problem by "vigorous cleaning" and the North East family are being sympathetic. However, I know that their sympathy would turn to incredulity if they realised exactly what my "vigorous cleaning" entailed...
Sulphuric acid? Small quantity of explosive?
The under-sink bin is catching the drips. We are using a plastic carrier bag hung on the door handle as a replacement bin.
It's not the ambience promised by the hack....
Two plumbers have now phoned me back to say they are fully booked this week.
But on the plus side, the family still think that "vigorous cleaning" means that I was giving it laldy with the eco-scrubber, and haven't twigged that a screwdriver was involved....
That was quick!
Has the Problem been duly sorted?
A couple of weeks ago I used a metal skewer to unblock the bathroom sink.
Yes, that one. If you ever feel tempted, don't do it!
Although there is certain hideous fascination in seeing the underside of the plug hole cover.
We'll know tomorrow. We have to allow 12 hours for the sealant to dry out, or coagulate, or whatever it is that sealant does.
Dad was not amused.
When using a butter knife (!) to chip away at Too Much Ice in the fridge, I (of course) pierced the thingy that holds the gas (or whatever it is that makes the fridge work)...
Fortunately, a local emporium had a suitable new replacement fridge, for not too many £££.
(I'm afraid I avert my Eyes from the other Hideous Rags publications displayed on the *newspaper* stand at the supermarket).
I am in the throes of composing a set of letters explaining that I switched to delivery, initially using the Guardian's free twelve weeks offer, so that I did not have to go out, for obvious reasons, and would like to be able to isolate if it becomes necessary again. Versions to the newsagent to pass on to Menzies, direct to Menzies, and to the Guardian. (I miss stuff on line.)
Strokes can definitely go to hell.
A. Death
B. A stroke
C. More seizures
I said to the consultant that C was preferable...which was what I ended up with...
Strokes/CVAs are of Satan.
Death almost welcome after suffering. Paradoxical that. Is it outrageous to say that life and death are the same thing as "states of being"?
That is indeed tragic, @Barnabas_Aus - the elderly and ill yet cling to life with unbelievable tenacity.
One of our neighbours seems to have suffered a severe stroke some years ago. According to her husband (and we didn't feel up to questioning him about it, obvs) the ambulance took over an hour to find their house (our road has no numbers, only house names, and three entrances) and then it took 5 hours for her to be seen in A&E.
As we walked away, Mr. S murmured to me 'if that ever happens, tell the ambulance drivers to take another turn or two round the block!' and I couldn't disagree...
So I will second your consignment of strokes to hell!
@Sarasa - yet another reason to move?
I failed 3 times to prove I'm not a robot in one of those "check all boxes which contain <traffic lights/mountains/dead parrots>". I'm an effing robot!
recaptcha does have an audio option. On my setup, it shows up just to the right of the recaptcha controls for getting a new recaptcha.