TICTH the inability of the media to recognise child sexual abuse when they see it, ”he lost his virginity aged 11” - oh, he magically had capacity to consent did he ?
I just had to take a cold shower because there is, for some reason, no f-ing hot water. I wouldn't be quite so upset except I have a stuffy cold at the moment and would really have liked a nice hot steamy shower.
TICTH the ignorant *patriots* festooning Our Town with Union Jacks (all part of some sort of far-right demonstration).
Half the flags are upside down - the morons don't even know which way up they should go, so deep is their knowledge and understanding of True British Culture™...
Returning from my swim this morning, I noticed that two flags had been affixed to a footbridge across the main road: the Welsh Red Dragon, and the flag of St David.
I made a bit of an arse of myself on Farcebark this morning; someone had posted about people painting St George's crosses in Wales, along with a picture of some white-haired ladies doing something at a bus shelter. I posited that they should be old enough to know better, and someone replied that he thought they looked as if they were cleaning it off ...
Two lessons learned:
1. Don't post about pictorial content when you haven't yet got your contact lenses in; and
2. Keep your trap shut and have everyone think you're a fool, rather than open it and remove all doubt.
I made a bit of an arse of myself on Farcebark this morning; someone had posted about people painting St George's crosses in Wales, along with a picture of some white-haired ladies doing something at a bus shelter. I posited that they should be old enough to know better, and someone replied that he thought they looked as if they were cleaning it off ...
Two lessons learned:
1. Don't post about pictorial content when you haven't yet got your contact lenses in; and
2. Keep your trap shut and have everyone think you're a fool, rather than open it and remove all doubt.
I did hear a fun story on Facebook about a chap who had been going round taking down St George flags and selling them on ebay. Apparently he's nearly made enough to pay for his holidays!
I did hear a fun story on Facebook about a chap who had been going round taking down St George flags and selling them on ebay. Apparently he's nearly made enough to pay for his holidays!
It's maybe too much to consign them to hell, but I'm tempted--people who slide into my work messages via one of the MANY freaking apps we're supposed to be using, and put a whole scary thread of messages about someone dying with cancer on there, and never tell me who the heck the person is (last name, location, anything). So I'm left either to ignore the thread of messages (and look coldhearted) or to call every "Deb" i know and say, "Are you the one who is dying? Who are these people?" Grrrrrr.
I don't have that problem, being unemployed and unemployable...
However, TICTH the proliferation of uninvited and unwanted *Messages From God* on YouTube - as if the Almighty (should he/she exist) has to resort to AI-generated nonsense to persuade us to listen to him/her.
Not so much hell but annoyed, I have a lemon tree in front of my home, they are just starting to get ripe. A stranger came to the door and asked if she could have some lemons. Of course, I said, they are just starting to ripen, but you are welcome to pick a few. She pretty much stripped my tree of every ripe lemon. So now it will be weeks before I can pick one.
A call to the hot place, vaguely related to the one by Graven Image above, for whatever critter is eating the apples on the little apple tree in our front garden.
This is only about its third year, and it had a promising crop of apples ripening on it. I have been picking and discarding the smallest and lowest fruit, as it was a bit overloaded, but this morning Mr RoS mentioned that something had been eating them.
Sure enough, there were bitten remnants of apple on the ground, and on closer inspection bites out of some on on the tree.Others have teeth marks in them, and others deep gouges from, I presume, claws.
I have picked all that are unmarked and of a reasonable size and brought them indoors. It is early for picking them as this variety is normally October ripening, but I think they might be a bit ahead of that after all the sunny weather. I have put them in the vegetable rack with some bananas in the hope that they will ripen enough for Mr RoS and I to get a taste of them.
Not many dogs roam loose in our road, I doubt the local cats would fancy apples, and the seagulls don't have teeth, so I am presuming it is the little foxes that are spoiling the tree: for our tiny tree has tender apples.
I have considered squirrels, but in the nearly ten years we have been here I have only seen one, on two separate occasions, on the back fence under the neighbour's horse chestnut tree. There is a lot of traffic at the front, and no trees of any size to aid their passage.
They are not keen on travelling any distance at ground level, so I have more or less discounted them.
We had plenty of squirrels at our last home, so I am used to them in gangs, not singly.
Could be rats, of course, the bins for the block of 14 flats next door are in the nearby car park and there has been a warning of possible rat infestations this winter, following the long hot summer.
I will invite to sulphurous climes the squirrels in the neighbours' trees around our house for the havoc they play on almost anything we want to grow. Them and the slugs.
We used to have a plum tree, and this happened too with birds. I would have shared with no problem, but they did eat one; they would peck all over the tree, a bite here, a bite there, ruining the whole fruit. A flashlight surprise in the middle of the night might show you the culprit.
So, as you may remember, my son, Captain Pyjamas, was a micro-preemie. As a result, his brain is organised in a creative and interesting way. He has a disability recognition between 50 and 79%.
What he really needs is psycho-motor therapy. Trouble is, the Social Security will only pay if you are recognised as at least 80% disabled. At the latest, his pediatrician insisted on the children's hospital seeing him to see if they could help with that. He duly did a load of evaluations and this morning I went to get the results.
To wit: psycho-motor therapy looks absolutely necessary. And no, we have no solution to help you pay for it. I could have slapped the woman (or possibly burst into tears) when she smugly told me, "but he receives disability benefit, right? So that covers the cost." Said disability benefit is worth €120 a month, and psycho-motor therapy (which they want him to do twice a week) costs €80 a session. You do the maths you stupid woman. If you want to want to know why it's so bloody expensive, your guess is as good as mine.
We've been going round in circles like this for about two years now. Everyone we see tells us what the problem is, and then provides exactly zero solutions for fixing it. Except going to see someone else, who also diagnoses the problem and then doesn't fix it. I am so exhausted by the whole thing.
Sorry I don’t know the French system, so I am probably being very dumb - but why would a health intervention like that come from social security - not under the health insurance system ?
Currently fighting the UK funding system for various patients, you have my sympathy - I literally took half of today off work because I’d run out of spoons to fight with people about someone getting a service.
Currently fighting the UK funding system for various patients, you have my sympathy - I literally took half of today off work because I’d run out of spoons to fight with people about someone getting a service.
It's so exhausting. Our daughter is constantly having to fight on behalf of Huxley/ Little Beaky. @la vie en rouge you have my sympathy and my prayers. And @Doublethink I hope you can regain your equilibrium quickly!
It's what I needed when I was that age - I still suffer from most of the things listed now, though obviously I've learned to cope. Well, I have unless and until I fall over when trying to stand on one leg, or can't work out my left from my right, my executive functions go to hell (as indeed right now, in fact), and my emotional responses are all over the shop. Oh for a time machine which allows for rewriting, rather than just rerunning, of the past, and funding..... Rewriting is essential because this sort of stuff probably wasn't around in the mid 1970s as they happened originally....
Currently fighting the UK funding system for various patients, you have my sympathy - I literally took half of today off work because I’d run out of spoons to fight with people about someone getting a service.
I don't think I'm breaking confidentiality to say that many complaints to local authorities about social care boil down to not being able to find the staff to support people at home. I try to read as 'lightly' as possible because it's grim.
What a total bugger @la vie en rouge. I hope someone comes up with some ideas for getting funding. Are their charities that might help or can Captain Pyjama's school help?
TICTH YouTube (again) for the sheer amount of right-wing shi*e being remorselessly pumped out each day.
Apparently, the English Revolution™ is due to start on 13th September...
(BTW, a message from God - via one of His prophets - announces that something HUGE is already programmed to happen on that day, or possibly tomorrow, Thursday 4th).
Today I condemn to the nether regions differing clothing sizes.
Clothing sizes drive me bonkers. I will grant that human bodies are a little complicated (they come in a wide variety of shapes, and the way those shapes change as the body bends and twists do have some variation), but they're not that complicated. Less than two dozen measurements should suffice to completely describe someone's body for clothing fit purposes.
At that point, determining whether a particular garment will fit is just math.
My wife is struggling to get bras that fit as ones she used to get from M&S seem to have changed their sizing, and a well-known chain seems to now only stock smaller sizes. Also, she doesn't want underwired or padded ones (you will appreciate that this is a subject of some mystery to me).
My wife is struggling to get bras that fit as ones she used to get from M&S seem to have changed their sizing, and a well-known chain seems to now only stock smaller sizes. Also, she doesn't want underwired or padded ones (you will appreciate that this is a subject of some mystery to me).
Originally posted by Baptist Trainfan: Also, she doesn't want underwired or padded ones (you will appreciate that this is a subject of some mystery to me).
It can't be that much of a mystery as to why a woman doesn't want a sharp wire in her clothing which at any moment might go rogue and stab her.
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Half the flags are upside down - the morons don't even know which way up they should go, so deep is their knowledge and understanding of True British Culture™...
It is more difficult (for different reasons) to unintentionally fly Welsh or Scottish flags upside-down.
Is anyone flying a flag with a white horse on a red ground?
Two lessons learned:
1. Don't post about pictorial content when you haven't yet got your contact lenses in; and
2. Keep your trap shut and have everyone think you're a fool, rather than open it and remove all doubt.
brainless piglet
However, TICTH the proliferation of uninvited and unwanted *Messages From God* on YouTube - as if the Almighty (should he/she exist) has to resort to AI-generated nonsense to persuade us to listen to him/her.
This is only about its third year, and it had a promising crop of apples ripening on it. I have been picking and discarding the smallest and lowest fruit, as it was a bit overloaded, but this morning Mr RoS mentioned that something had been eating them.
Sure enough, there were bitten remnants of apple on the ground, and on closer inspection bites out of some on on the tree.Others have teeth marks in them, and others deep gouges from, I presume, claws.
I have picked all that are unmarked and of a reasonable size and brought them indoors. It is early for picking them as this variety is normally October ripening, but I think they might be a bit ahead of that after all the sunny weather. I have put them in the vegetable rack with some bananas in the hope that they will ripen enough for Mr RoS and I to get a taste of them.
Not many dogs roam loose in our road, I doubt the local cats would fancy apples, and the seagulls don't have teeth, so I am presuming it is the little foxes that are spoiling the tree: for our tiny tree has tender apples.
I saw what you did there - Song of Solomon 2v15...
They are not keen on travelling any distance at ground level, so I have more or less discounted them.
We had plenty of squirrels at our last home, so I am used to them in gangs, not singly.
Could be rats, of course, the bins for the block of 14 flats next door are in the nearby car park and there has been a warning of possible rat infestations this winter, following the long hot summer.
So, as you may remember, my son, Captain Pyjamas, was a micro-preemie. As a result, his brain is organised in a creative and interesting way. He has a disability recognition between 50 and 79%.
What he really needs is psycho-motor therapy. Trouble is, the Social Security will only pay if you are recognised as at least 80% disabled. At the latest, his pediatrician insisted on the children's hospital seeing him to see if they could help with that. He duly did a load of evaluations and this morning I went to get the results.
To wit: psycho-motor therapy looks absolutely necessary. And no, we have no solution to help you pay for it. I could have slapped the woman (or possibly burst into tears) when she smugly told me, "but he receives disability benefit, right? So that covers the cost." Said disability benefit is worth €120 a month, and psycho-motor therapy (which they want him to do twice a week) costs €80 a session. You do the maths you stupid woman. If you want to want to know why it's so bloody expensive, your guess is as good as mine.
We've been going round in circles like this for about two years now. Everyone we see tells us what the problem is, and then provides exactly zero solutions for fixing it. Except going to see someone else, who also diagnoses the problem and then doesn't fix it. I am so exhausted by the whole thing.
It's so exhausting. Our daughter is constantly having to fight on behalf of Huxley/ Little Beaky. @la vie en rouge you have my sympathy and my prayers. And @Doublethink I hope you can regain your equilibrium quickly!
It's what I needed when I was that age - I still suffer from most of the things listed now, though obviously I've learned to cope. Well, I have unless and until I fall over when trying to stand on one leg, or can't work out my left from my right, my executive functions go to hell (as indeed right now, in fact), and my emotional responses are all over the shop. Oh for a time machine which allows for rewriting, rather than just rerunning, of the past, and funding..... Rewriting is essential because this sort of stuff probably wasn't around in the mid 1970s as they happened originally....
I don't think I'm breaking confidentiality to say that many complaints to local authorities about social care boil down to not being able to find the staff to support people at home. I try to read as 'lightly' as possible because it's grim.
Apparently, the English Revolution™ is due to start on 13th September...
(BTW, a message from God - via one of His prophets - announces that something HUGE is already programmed to happen on that day, or possibly tomorrow, Thursday 4th).
*sigh*
Clothing sizes drive me bonkers. I will grant that human bodies are a little complicated (they come in a wide variety of shapes, and the way those shapes change as the body bends and twists do have some variation), but they're not that complicated. Less than two dozen measurements should suffice to completely describe someone's body for clothing fit purposes.
At that point, determining whether a particular garment will fit is just math.
I know where me coat is...
There was recently a thread in Heaven discussing bras that featured discussion of this problem. I seem to recall there were recommendations.
https://forums.shipoffools.com/discussion/6501/bras#latest
No it isn't - it's alchemy.
Nah. They mutated into City traders. Or so John Finnemore reckoned.
Also, she doesn't want underwired or padded ones (you will appreciate that this is a subject of some mystery to me).
It can't be that much of a mystery as to why a woman doesn't want a sharp wire in her clothing which at any moment might go rogue and stab her.