... then follows more arguments, blocked driveways, children upset, loud noises in the night... until...the American gets fed up and shoots someone,
or the British person knocks over someone's wheelie bin.
My washing machine again. As well as a knackered bearing, it has now developed an internal leak so the base gets enough water in it to trigger the flood protection cut-out two-thirds of the way through every other load. We will be getting a new one this week, but we'll have to borrow a sack barrow to remove this one, and hope the scrap-men come by and nick it as John Lewis aren't currently doing their install and recycle service.
My washing machine again. As well as a knackered bearing, it has now developed an internal leak so the base gets enough water in it to trigger the flood protection cut-out two-thirds of the way through every other load. We will be getting a new one this week, but we'll have to borrow a sack barrow to remove this one, and hope the scrap-men come by and nick it as John Lewis aren't currently doing their install and recycle service.
Empathy
The only differences are 1) my washing machine is not working at all and has not for the last four week plus
2) The flat is too small to contain two washing machines and I have no way of getting it down the stairs.
I managed to get a new washing machine bought just before shutdown & should have been delivered into my flat. However the rules had changed and the delivery company would only bring it to the flat door (2nd floor flat). They wouldn't bring it just inside and up the wee bit from whence I could manoeuvere it. I would then have needed to get someone else out to install as it required removing the neighbouring cupboard and sink to get the old one out. And then someone to take the old one away (can't get it downstairs & even if I could, there is no large item waste pick up). The new washing machine is still in the warehouse until they are permitted to deliver it into my flat...
Fortunately one of the local launderettes is still open for service wash only, for which I am hugely grateful.
Golly, it's quite quiet here. Though I notice an empty bucket in the garden I used for the recently planted out rhubarb has fallen over.
Elon Musk whose celestial vandalism means I'm going to have to be up about 10 pm so someone can photograph his "string of pearls".
My washing machine again. As well as a knackered bearing, it has now developed an internal leak so the base gets enough water in it to trigger the flood protection cut-out two-thirds of the way through every other load. We will be getting a new one this week, but we'll have to borrow a sack barrow to remove this one, and hope the scrap-men come by and nick it as John Lewis aren't currently doing their install and recycle service.
Empathy
The only differences are 1) my washing machine is not working at all and has not for the last four week plus
2) The flat is too small to contain two washing machines and I have no way of getting it down the stairs.
You seriously have my sympathies. I think the delivery companies will be very busy when normal service resumes. Not having a working machine is not an option with 2 children who are dirt magnets, and Dragonlet 2 hasn't quite got the hang of the poo bit of potty training yet. Not looking forward to dragging them down the hall tomorrow (once we've shifted all the other furniture.)
TICTH the toerag or toerags who hacked my Facebook account, and not only sent a scam message purporting to be from me to all my friends, but sent it from my sister's account too - and she only ever uses FB for a work group. She's quite understandably Not Pleased.
I got one that purported to be from my sister-in-law via FB Messenger--and that wanted me to click a link to watch a video, with the ominous addition, "I'll be watching, and I'll know if you don't!"
I think the offending message came from a former neighbour - presumably either not her fault at all or perhaps forwarded in good faith - and got sent on from there.
It prompted me to have a bit of a cull of my FB "friends", especially as quite a few of them aren't actually known to me.
As I went through the list, there was a depressing number of them who were dead, but their accounts hadn't been closed.
I am receiving a record number of scam messages, all with short messages (mostly in fairly passable English) and dubious links to click. No, thank you.
I haven't noticed an increase in spam email, but 95% of the telephone calls I get (landline) are "unknown" or "anonymous" or have an area code and a city that don't match. They never leave messages, which is a pretty good indication that they're not real people.
I've had an increase in a particular type of scam message again recently. They started after I'd used a ship's system when I went north to see a solar eclipse. Names from my contacts list, Greeting, link and sign off. Perfectly obviously phishing as my dentist wouldn't use names the way it did, nor would my niece. Or the wife of the roofer who installed my solar panels, who never answers real inquiries!
I know the names now, and delete without even previewing.
I had one of those threatening type emails today. I only read the first two sentences, then deleted it. Go ahead. Show all my naughty FB pictures! I'll bet everyone will be so shocked to see orchids! Oh, the shame.
Y'all do realize that if Christianity is true, then all the ancient myth roles for gods are taken by the true God, and thus the true "god of love" is Jesus?
TICTH the careless, but well-clad, and obviously professional, cyclist who whizzed past me whilst I was tottering across the village street this morning. He must have been doing well over 30mph (there is a gentle downhill slope), and missed me by no more than 6 inches. I checked to my right, and my left, before crossing, but at that moment he was too far away for me to see. As I said, he was rushing along at a very fast pace...no bell, no warning, no watching out for people, young or old, in the vicinity.
I shouted after him in alarm and anger, but, of course, he was too far away by then to hear what I said, which was basically a question as to whether he thought I was perhaps not crippled enough already...
I'm afraid I used some language which was somewhat unbecoming, and based on certain Anglo-Saxon words, but it was a scary moment.
Some are - though our Madam Sacristan is W-ing from home, and quite enjoying it, as she doesn't have the hassle of the train journey to and from London...
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I'd never knock over anyone's wheelie bin! Just think of the mess to clean up.
An American friend once complimented Mr S with the words 'you can sure tread on a guy's toes without scuffing his shoes', which sums it up nicely!
Empathy
The only differences are 1) my washing machine is not working at all and has not for the last four week plus
2) The flat is too small to contain two washing machines and I have no way of getting it down the stairs.
I managed to get a new washing machine bought just before shutdown & should have been delivered into my flat. However the rules had changed and the delivery company would only bring it to the flat door (2nd floor flat). They wouldn't bring it just inside and up the wee bit from whence I could manoeuvere it. I would then have needed to get someone else out to install as it required removing the neighbouring cupboard and sink to get the old one out. And then someone to take the old one away (can't get it downstairs & even if I could, there is no large item waste pick up). The new washing machine is still in the warehouse until they are permitted to deliver it into my flat...
Fortunately one of the local launderettes is still open for service wash only, for which I am hugely grateful.
Meanwhile, TICTH (again!) the ferocious East Wind, still blowing a gale, and making the otherwise amble-worthy sunshine most uninviting.
I am wearing earplugs AND ear-defenders (the sort of thing autistic peeps use to counter aural overload), and I can STILL hear the wind...
Elon Musk whose celestial vandalism means I'm going to have to be up about 10 pm so someone can photograph his "string of pearls".
You seriously have my sympathies. I think the delivery companies will be very busy when normal service resumes. Not having a working machine is not an option with 2 children who are dirt magnets, and Dragonlet 2 hasn't quite got the hang of the poo bit of potty training yet. Not looking forward to dragging them down the hall tomorrow (once we've shifted all the other furniture.)
It prompted me to have a bit of a cull of my FB "friends", especially as quite a few of them aren't actually known to me.
As I went through the list, there was a depressing number of them who were dead, but their accounts hadn't been closed.
I know the names now, and delete without even previewing.
And ITTWACW...
Y'all do realize that if Christianity is true, then all the ancient myth roles for gods are taken by the true God, and thus the true "god of love" is Jesus?
And him a virgin...
{Furtively looks around. Then whispers loudly enough to be heard over 6-ft. requisite distance.}
Umm...what exactly are your orchids doing in those pics?
"The weird sex life of orchids: Orchids use bizarre devices to ensure they reproduce – including impersonating the sex organs of a female bee" (The Guardian).
(Language possibly NSFW.)
I shouted after him in alarm and anger, but, of course, he was too far away by then to hear what I said, which was basically a question as to whether he thought I was perhaps not crippled enough already...
I'm afraid I used some language which was somewhat unbecoming, and based on certain Anglo-Saxon words, but it was a scary moment.
O well. I live, to totter another day...
They are completely unclothed and looking fabulous as they bask in the shade of the old oak tree!