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My 9 yo HP Photosmart is still kicking and I will really miss it if it dies. It has been the best printer I have ever had: not cheap to run, but an all-rounder which makes an excellent job of whatever I ask of it. HP have stopped making 5-cart printers and it looks like a Canon will be its replacement if it departs this life before I do. I hate those inkjet printers which have a ‘Tri-cartridge’ – 3 inks in one cart. When one colour is gone, the whole cart is dead, regardless of whatever is left in the other 2.
The HP lets me print my own photos and other colour pages to a very good standard: I have photos that I printed from it when I first had it and they are unfaded. That is something I like to do: I know I can have them printed on the High Street for less, but I enjoy the process of editing and printing. I can dial down the Properties and print in Greyscale for documents. When I ripped music CD’s and DVD’s, I could print labels or ink graphics directly onto the disk, it has a tray for that. To give HP their due, I have been able to continuously update the printer software, at least once every year: the software is unrecognisable from its first issue, on the CD that came with the printer. I honestly think that HP has never made a better, more reliable printer and that may be its problem. For almost 9 years I have not bought another. In this throw away, consumerist world, that is a black mark against any product.
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I'm out.Thought I had a lot of Floaters in my eyes, it’s Lee’s snowflakes!??
I am not a Christian and my beliefs involve no supreme deity, so I really do not celebrate Christmas as such. This has caused friction over the years with SWMBO. She is not a believer either, but does not see that I feel hypoctical about a religious festival for a religion I have no belief in. Don’t get me wrong: I take part in the present-giving, card-sending parts, as it is a way to let family and friends communicate and know we are still kicking. I just do not like the decorating part. This year I have been ill and whilst I was in bed for most of a day, the lady of the house decided to strike and put up the deco’s. Ah well, to make for a peaceful life, so I just looked and gave no comment.
Today is actually my day of celebration: it’s the Midwinter Solstice and the day when our ancestors from 5,000 years ago drew circles, put up standing stones all over the country, and arranged them so that the sun shone through a certain alignment at Midsummer and Midwinter. The story is so old that its original name is lost, but the barmpots who call themselves ‘druids’ and dress up in daft white gowns at Stonehenge, are not doing anything that has any bearing on the original. Today I have been to an area not far away which has only the sunken memory of a circle, at sunset. I paid my respects to the Earth and left: I was alone. The name “Henge” btw, is an Anglo Saxon invention. No one now knows what the people who erected them, would have called them, but what my unnamed religion calls the whole event, is Yule, and the first Christian church based their own festival of Christmas around the date. They did this with many other festivals in the Christian calendar, taking Pagan festivals and celebration days into the Christian calendar. “Pagan” comes from the Latin “Pagani” meaning Peasant. It was a sneaky way to gather Peasants into the Church.
However, since I am in a very small minority of a few thousand only in Britain nowadays, I have to pass my good wishes to all forumites in the standard form:
MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS
to you and yours!
And to Lee, who worked to keep us all together:
HAVE A GOOD ‘UN!
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I'm out.Another tip! Thanks Ryan.
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I'm out.Come to Louth Richard, we have lots of ‘little’ shops which sell some really nice products. The problem is that the prices, especially in the clothing shops, are far from ‘little’. Ther are also currently more Charity shops than I have seen even in Grimsby (maybe 5x the size) The town is also going all out as a Market Town, to be a Food Town. As quickly as a shop closes, someone opens it as a cafe or restaurant. Thai, Indian, Spanish (2 of) Italian, Greek, Turkish and several older places serving British staples, that have been here since Boudicca lost her appetite. Pub food as well, although one place has had 5 different closures and New managements. A couple of Chips With Everything’s, rounds it off. And the best Fish ‘n ‘chip shop for miles.
Anything in the Clothes department for us, means a Grimsby trip. A good meal is the country restaurant, on the A157 Mablethorpe road* where my granddaughter works. Her BF is moving her down to South Lincs: Market Deeping, which is too far to go for a meal. She will not be gone for long, before her brother has her (larger) room. She seems to think that she can move out and keep the room. There may be trouble ahead….
*Waggon and Horses, South Reston. Great food, always packed.
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I'm out.” Arrogant staff and a stupid layout. ” Exactly my experience Nolan, but I hope some of the staff have learned some humility for the next jobs I hope they get.
Another US import bites the dust.
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I'm out.Tried these John? – https://www.cartridgeking.eu/
I only buy genuine HP, always have, but I know these have cheap compat’s. They used to send a bag with free P&P for used cart’s, gave a small discount for that.
I shop around, have a small O Office Table with different suppliers. Last was E Buyer, I also use Amazon, Cartridge King as above and Viking. Whoever is doing a deal atm, for as many cart’s as I need or might need soon.
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I'm out.We went Monday to the biggest Morrisons in our area: Laceby, between Cleethorpes and Grimsby. It’s the biggest I have seen anywhere, just expanded and now “doing a Lidl” – not price-wise so much, as selling clothes, electricals, all kinds of stuff. A 44 mile round trip.
That was the last day I thought I was just tired and suffering from the after effects of the bug we have both had for two weeks.
We had a chicken as always, we don’t like a Turkey so much and for two of us it’s a waste anyway. We love a nice crispy chicken. The only alcohol onboard is a bottle of Port for SWMBO. Tomorrow I have to go out for my prescription and will try to go alone to buy a huge bunch of roses for our Gert. She has really had to put up with some horrible stuff while I have been ill. Credit where it’s due, she doesn’t moan. Well, not much.??
I hardly dare say this, but today was a day without a bleed, so far. I am sleeping as if I fell out of the Sleepy Tree and hit every branch on the way down. Gert says I have stopped snoring and hopes it is not temporary. ??
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I'm out.Yes I picked that up a couple of days ago Richard. I think Amazon, Argos et al, have gradually worn away their customer base. I have not visited a Toys ‘R ‘Us store since 21 yo and 19 yo grandbrats were small. Last time I did, the Lincoln store was not helped by a really snooty, know-all sales pillock person. I wanted a V-Tech ‘laptop’ for both of them. He tried to sell me the most expensive one, way above their ages. I finally bought them one each in a city centre local store.
Having said that, retail forces strike again: lots of jobs at risk. Probably some vulture Venture Capitalist will buy the wreckage and strip the bones.
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I'm out.Thanks guys. Food for thought.
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I'm out.That’s not unusual, our Gd doesn’t like Roald Dahl either. Says they are ‘Old fashioned’ and ‘too unreal’.
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I'm out.I have stored those NHS recommendations for reference Richard, TY!
Our Council (East Lindsey District C.) has been running a website section for bus pass registration and renewal for several years. At registration, the only paper contact is a print-off form and a passport-type photo. After that, they accept repeated applications and ask for another photo every 5 years, which makes sense.
DLA permanent conditions apply of course.
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I'm out.Thanks Steve. I know several forumites have Remote plug sets.
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I'm out.Thanks for that last post JayCee.
I have advancing cataracts myself (well why not, just one more thing ain’t it?) and keep getting told “Not bad enough yet – one more year perhaps.” I am getting increasingly affected while night driving, by ‘splintering’ of light. I am due another sight test and I think I will splurge out upon prescription sun glasses, not Transition lenses after that advice to Richard.
Cheers, Bob.
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I'm out.Thanks Lee, no worries, whatever it takes, I’ll handle it.
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I'm out.Moving next door to an Aldi, Nolan!?
Told my son, he shops there, says it doesn’t work like that…??
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I'm out.Thanks for the encoragement, Ed and Richard.
I have an appointment on Friday at 2:45, Grimsby DPoW Hospital. Ed, your advice is most fitting, I shall endeavour to “keep my pecker up.” ?
Richard that experience regarding the debate conducted over a groggy patient, reminds me of a – er – female consultant some years ago, who laid me on a couch in the buff and exited the room, She re-entered with a gaggle of students. I got up (with difficulty) and began to dress, whereupon she came over all Superior Medical Personage.
“Where do you think you are going? I have not examined you.” (continuing to dress) “I’m going home: I did not request an audience.”
“They are students, they have to learn. Undress immediately and lie down.” “No. Had you asked my permisssion for these students to be involved, I would have said yes. But you did not give me the choice. This is one more example of the highbrow, condescending attitude I have experienced with you, in all 3 appointments to date. I request another consultant. Now remove yourself from my path. I am going home.”
I stopped at the desk to formally ask for another consultant. I was eventually given a consultant who saw me 3 times and told me the truth, that at that time, there was nothing they could do for me. That was rectified with the advance of medical knowledge and “the young consultant who could.”
They are not gods. By the time they move in the Upper Strata of society, they are wealthy and middle aged to old, having made their pile from the medical problems of others and been treated as Royalty (to their faces) by those beneath them in the medial hierarchy. I have been b*******d by Military Police, Colonels and a General, these people are nothing.
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I'm out.Half my family have pressies delivered here for each other, lots from Amazon. So far we have had two damaged parcels (apart from one I spoke about before) and both times our regular Postie gave us the option. What happened then was one call to dear daughter and one to dear gson, opened, checked and sent Postie on his way after a quick coffee with just a touch of Irish.
Second parcel was 3 David Walliams books for our 12 yo gdaughter. It seems the kids are all reading him. I will be bullied into be asked to read them after she has, I expect… The top end of the parcel was wide open, but the books were undamaged, perfect, so I just stapled it up.
Who knows what will happen if they start delivering by drone….
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I'm out.Thanks for all the encouraging messages guys, cheers me up.
I am up and awake at 01:46 because I have been in bed and out for the count since my last bleed at 1600 yesterday. Apparently my 12 yo gdaughter blessed me with a kiss at about 1700, which maybe had a magical touch. I don’t feel too bad atm, just weak from what I guess is blood loss: yesterday I could not stop for some time. GP and hospital both phoned whilst I was asleep, hospital have an appointment for me but “confidentiality” will not let them tell our Gert. They are calling tomorrow sorry later today.
Experienced advice from others is very useful and gives me hope, thank you Richard that is what I needed to hear. The ‘ex-Sanatorium and Orthopaedic’ establishment you speak of: was that Harlow Wood Hospital, near Mansfield? It sounds very much like it. That was an outstanding place. Quite apart from the NHS section, it made enough from various Sports organisations, some internationally famous, to be an NHS hospital which actually supported itself. I know that Nottingham Forest used to send injured players there for treatment, as did other (then) First Division clubs, and paid well for the privilege. The last Tory government before Blair’ New Labour was elected, closed it in an act of criminal stupidity. I was fighting a long battle to get DLA and Incapacity at the time, and corresponding with the man who became Newark & Sherwood MP at that election. Paddy Tipping was the man I wrote to and he spent a long time trying to stop the closure and sale of the land to a developer. He was also instrumental in winning both my cases against the DWP and getting backdated payments. He also told me that the developer was a ‘friend’ of an incumbent (Labour!) MP of many years, but could not prove a connection. There are honest, hardworking people in Westminster. And then there are others… Paddy had a heart attack during his 3rd Term, retired from Parliament and is now Police Commisioner for Nottinghamshire. That’s one County Constabulary which will have to do things properly.
Thanks for all your good wishes. I am fairly OK now. The biggest problem was the complete shock of something that cannot be expected or even considered in normal day-to-day life. Acceptance and investigation follows and I am ready for that. The “Why Me’s?” have gone, I will get on with it. I am fortunate in having a loving caring family around me, I don’t know how people cope who are alone.
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I'm out.Of two Hermes guys around my locality, one has an old Combi van, the other a big old Audi estate with back seats pemanently down. Both say they have local garages keeping an eye out for old part-ex bangers, get them road – safe and through an MOT, use as long as they can. The Combi guy has had 3 vans, at the same time as the Audi diesel estate. Don’t know which Audi, but it’s a big old bus. Always looks distressed, but keeps going, driver says 180K + miles. Both drivers have other family cars.
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I'm out.Nearly missed it, been at surgery and hospital.
Hope you had a good ‘un young man!
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