The leaves are more intense than the seeds. All very bad. It permeates and lingers.
There appears to be 2 groups. One finds it bad but not atrocious at the outrageously obnoxious level. I'm in the outrageously obnoxious tasting group. It's at the level of feeling poisoned.
Of there's a hell and I have a "hell food". It will be cilantro flavoured yoghourt. The devil's nose pickings.
Virgin Media, for carrying out updating without warning, so that people think there's something wrong with their computer, and I have to wake up properly after a trip to the loo to do tech support, and find my computer can't connect either, and rebooting the router as well has no effect, and I can't get back to sleep again properly.
A little message in advance would have prevented all that.
And the same again for disconnecting this machine from the router while posting.
Twice.
Polymorphic Light Eruption for the burning itchy rash on my neck. I thought I was getting over this as the last bad rash I had was 5 or so years ago. So in this sunny weather I have to cover up and/or stay indoors.
I had to look that up, Tree Bee, and it looks very nasty. It seems to me that something that's going to make summer (assuming you get one) miserable should certainly be consigned to Hell. Are protective sun-creams not any use?
My erstwhile neighbour: she gave a plea of not guilty, which means we have a trial starting at the beginning of the school summer holidays. Any sympathy I once had for her has dissipated in a cloud of pain and sunk under the weight of SPF 50+ sunscreen, hats, scarves, tops that cover me from my neck to my elbows downwards, and having to walk through a barrage of looks, glares and sniggers every time I venture outside in daylight. It also means not being able to go to any Guide Camps or outside activities this year - and I love walking, folk festivals, the seaside, being outside.
Tree Bee, I feel for you - I've only had it once, in the 70s, and only today realised it has a history and a name. I can date and time the occasion, as I went out to sunbathe exactly as a coronal mass ejection from the sun hit and disrupted UV protection from the atmosphere (I didn't know that until the next day, either). It came up in 5 minutes. Horrible, but not as bad as yours. I haven't sunbathed since. My mother prescribed calcium tablets as she had had it once when young - those with Vitamin D might help.
Dear CK, it must be so awful, I've been keeping you in my prayers since I first read about this.
MMM
Me too. I enjoyed meeting you a couple of years ago -- it makes it more personal since I can put a face* with your name. Hoping we can attend a concert or play together some time in the future. (I'm not going to England this year, but will again some day.)
CK - me too! The list of things you enjoy coincides exactly with mine, with the addition of gardening. I can't imagine how frustrated and miserable you must feel, especially given the present run of sunny days and all the Folk-y events that happen over the Whitsun holiday. My heart-felt sympathy and hope for better days ahead!
Thanks for the sympathy. The rash is going down, quicker than it used to , so I remain optimistic. I wear factor 50 sunscreen on my neck and chest all year round. This rash started on the back of my neck which I do tend to neglect. All sympathies with CK too. I pray for rapid healing, and strength for the upcoming trial.
DWP medicals for ESA - so I claimed ESA for 7 weeks after being assaulted and get called into a DWP medical 5 weeks after I've returned for work, which is pretty ridiculous. But not so stupid as the assessment, which is rigid, unbending and not fit for purpose. I was asked about my mobility (and had that checked as part of the examination), capability to prepare food, lots of questions about my controlled asthma (and had my peak flow checked). There was just not a lot about the assault or my injuries following the assault, all those questions were checking the information on the form I completed, no examination of my face, neck or shoulders.
When I was asked at the end if I had any questions, I pointed out that I had not been asked about my mental health (which was something I had included on the original form), when I had white skin block all over my face, a scarf around my neck and big floppy hat, might just have been obvious as a possible issue.
And they wonder why this whole system is in such disrepute.
Wazzocks, one and all. May they suffer the same horrible experience as you, CK. They'll soon change their tune...
Meanwhile, TICTH this blasted north-east wind which blows into the episcopal palace the noise of yapping dogs, and the sickening stench of neighbours' BBQs. Where are those thunderstorms when you need them?
I saw a couple of flashes of lightning when I was woken up to put my daughter's joints back in place, but was so damned tired, I relocated the subluxations, went back to bed, turned over and went back to sleep. I'm now regretting not being more awake and finding the camera.
TICTH* all those of our 'congregation' who made specious excuses (I have bought a wife, or married a cow, etc.) for not being in church today or next Sunday - we just managed double figures this morning, and will be lucky to do the same next week.
Whatever happened to the Christian obligation to worship together on a Sunday?
*a very gentle Hell, where whatever they want to do, unless it is to be at Mass, is denied them.
Gosh, you were short-changed! The flashes here went on for several hours, seemingly filling the skies...
Not sure if this is a Hellish topic, really, as I actually rather enjoy a good Thunderystrum - it clears the air (usually), and is a salutary reminder of God's creative power.
Breakages. The favourite mug which stuck to my hand when I put it on the shelf, and came out again in such a way that I couldn't catch it, and lost its handle. The two pyrex pie dishes which are no longer made, and the Le Creuset stoneware dish which mysteriously fell off the worktop while my back was turned, and broke, leaving another dish beneath them unharmed. Obviously often used items or they would have been in the cupboard.
It is surprising how odd it feels making something in a space which is identical to the space in a pyrex dish, but in white enamel. Weird.
Have you got any lightning - it's a bit sparse hereabouts, but I can pick up thunder from the other side of the Medway? It's not been worth getting a camera out for.
We've had thunder and rain, lots of rain. The storm was directly overhead at one point this afternoon, but it's moved away now. Also lots of cloud and low UV levels to make me happy.
drivers who (in fog) think that because they can see 60 yards in front of themselves, don't need to turn any lights on at the front of their car, not realising that someone coming out of a junction needs to know about them when they are 75 or 100 yards away to judge a safe gap to pull out.
drivers who (in fog) think that because they can see 60 yards in front of themselves, don't need to turn any lights on at the front of their car, not realising that someone coming out of a junction needs to know about them when they are 75 or 100 yards away to judge a safe gap to pull out.
This! I was driving to work through thick fog on Sunday and composed a message for the big safety message light up sign thingies:
“Turn your headlights on, fools!”
Then some people had pissweak lights on the front of their cars on but they weren’t connected to tail lights. Made me want to run up the back of them on principle!
The gremlins, plus the lightning strikes on SouthEastern railway signals. The gremlins were responsible for the failure of communications during an evening of vastly delayed trains - still wouldn't have got everyone in by midnight, but at least we would have known where people were.
And the icing on yesterday's cake. The tension rod holding up the bathroom curtains failed as I was, at last, getting to bed, and the curtains are resting in the bath - too tired to climb up and put it back yet.
Firms which purport to fit boilers. We started with a firm just up the road, who used to be very good, but after two voicemails and one email went unanswered we tried another local man. He sounded really good and made an appointment to come round - and then didn't turn up, and didn't contact us. So then we tried a third, who didn't ring back, and then a fourth, who hasn't responded to an email. We have one more to try...
What puzzles me is why people spend money on advertising when they can't be bothered to respond to potential customers.
Sounds like one of those days when you really wish you hadn't had to get out of bed!
IJ
OTOH, I did offer up a prayer at one point that God would get me to the right place to pick up D's son, whose phone wasn't working, and who didn't have my spare phone number; and despite D rendering the landline incapable of picking up incoming calls, so he had to leave a message when the local hospital (where the bus stopped) allowed him to call; I was got to the place where another bus had dropped him (having given him a ride for free, outside bus pass times (did you know they stopped at 11?) just as he did. For which unhellish thanks.
TICTH this cough - it's just the usual cough I get at the tail end of a cold, but as I'm already fatigued by the chemo treatment I'm getting worn down by the coughing. It's only lasted 2 or 3 days, so visits to doctors aren't necessary, but I've got muscular complaints too. I am off to the pharmacy this morning, but I don't have much confidence in cough syrups.
I know that there are people who go out to kill wild animals for fun. I don't want to see pictures of them with the dead animals. Ever. Not to shame them. Never.
TICTH homework for primary school age kids. We’d like you to make a lighthouse.
Well sod off, I don’t want to make a lighthouse. You want a lighthouse? Make one in school. This is basically a competition for the parents. And natch only those kids with the most engaged & well off parents will make one. I was complaining to MrJt9 who is much less grumpy about this than I And is already pondering flashing lights. I gave him A Look.
TICTH homework for primary school age kids. We’d like you to make a lighthouse.
Well sod off, I don’t want to make a lighthouse. You want a lighthouse? Make one in school. This is basically a competition for the parents. And natch only those kids with the most engaged & well off parents will make one. I was complaining to MrJt9 who is much less grumpy about this than I And is already pondering flashing lights. I gave him A Look.
This was a regular waste of time at the primary school my kids went to in Zooport. Every half-term, every St David's Day, Easter and Eisteddfod the poor darlings had to make a something or another. Each year the parent reps on the Governing Body asked if this palaver was really necessary but one headteacher after another said it was, citing some directive from the education committee (although we ignored plenty of other such directives). The school was therefore loaded down with clocks, steel waves, bronze pigs, amphitheatres and transporter bridges and a vast Anglo-Stalinist Town Hall using a dozen cereal boxes and a litre of battleship grey emulsion. When the school closed and the replacement opened there was a huge bonfire. I wasn't there but I can easily imagine the teachers dancing round it.
My father was a primary head-teacher and did not believe in homework. We all came out fine, but when I say this to parents of the here and now they seem shocked. He also didn't believe in giving us lined paper to write on and we all learned quite quickly to write in straight lines across the page.
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There appears to be 2 groups. One finds it bad but not atrocious at the outrageously obnoxious level. I'm in the outrageously obnoxious tasting group. It's at the level of feeling poisoned.
Of there's a hell and I have a "hell food". It will be cilantro flavoured yoghourt. The devil's nose pickings.
A little message in advance would have prevented all that.
And the same again for disconnecting this machine from the router while posting.
Twice.
MMM
Prayers for CK.
Me too. I enjoyed meeting you a couple of years ago -- it makes it more personal since I can put a face* with your name. Hoping we can attend a concert or play together some time in the future. (I'm not going to England this year, but will again some day.)
*(as it was at the time)
:votive:
Dear God I want to support Labor. I really do. But you don't make it easy.
When I was asked at the end if I had any questions, I pointed out that I had not been asked about my mental health (which was something I had included on the original form), when I had white skin block all over my face, a scarf around my neck and big floppy hat, might just have been obvious as a possible issue.
And they wonder why this whole system is in such disrepute.
Meanwhile, TICTH this blasted north-east wind which blows into the episcopal palace the noise of yapping dogs, and the sickening stench of neighbours' BBQs. Where are those thunderstorms when you need them?
(a Very Grumpy) IJ
Here are some pix:
bbc.co.uk/news/uk-44269304
IJ
Whatever happened to the Christian obligation to worship together on a Sunday?
*a very gentle Hell, where whatever they want to do, unless it is to be at Mass, is denied them.
IJ
One or two of the thunderclaps (which seemed few, despite the prevalence of the lightning) actually caused the Episcopal Palace to shake...
IJ
Not sure if this is a Hellish topic, really, as I actually rather enjoy a good Thunderystrum - it clears the air (usually), and is a salutary reminder of God's creative power.
Papa Haydn has it right:
https://youtube.com/watch?v=OwqqfbinUDY
IJ
IJ
IJ
Have you got any lightning - it's a bit sparse hereabouts, but I can pick up thunder from the other side of the Medway? It's not been worth getting a camera out for.
IJ
They may well be worried that their graves will be cold by the time they get to them, but what about all the other poor bu**ers they take out?
IJ
This! I was driving to work through thick fog on Sunday and composed a message for the big safety message light up sign thingies:
“Turn your headlights on, fools!”
Then some people had pissweak lights on the front of their cars on but they weren’t connected to tail lights. Made me want to run up the back of them on principle!
IJ
What puzzles me is why people spend money on advertising when they can't be bothered to respond to potential customers.
OTOH, I did offer up a prayer at one point that God would get me to the right place to pick up D's son, whose phone wasn't working, and who didn't have my spare phone number; and despite D rendering the landline incapable of picking up incoming calls, so he had to leave a message when the local hospital (where the bus stopped) allowed him to call; I was got to the place where another bus had dropped him (having given him a ride for free, outside bus pass times (did you know they stopped at 11?) just as he did. For which unhellish thanks.
It makes no sense - and it's damned annoying to be ignored.
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TICTH my (increasingly old) car.
At what point is it worth looking at getting a replacement? Repair costs are starting to add up.
Well sod off, I don’t want to make a lighthouse. You want a lighthouse? Make one in school. This is basically a competition for the parents. And natch only those kids with the most engaged & well off parents will make one. I was complaining to MrJt9 who is much less grumpy about this than I And is already pondering flashing lights. I gave him A Look.
This was a regular waste of time at the primary school my kids went to in Zooport. Every half-term, every St David's Day, Easter and Eisteddfod the poor darlings had to make a something or another. Each year the parent reps on the Governing Body asked if this palaver was really necessary but one headteacher after another said it was, citing some directive from the education committee (although we ignored plenty of other such directives). The school was therefore loaded down with clocks, steel waves, bronze pigs, amphitheatres and transporter bridges and a vast Anglo-Stalinist Town Hall using a dozen cereal boxes and a litre of battleship grey emulsion. When the school closed and the replacement opened there was a huge bonfire. I wasn't there but I can easily imagine the teachers dancing round it.