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Interesting and thought-provoking Ed, as are many of your contributions. I shall read that later, as we are off to the seaside in VERY cold conditions.
From the Lincolnshire Arctic.
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I'm out.Richard, if you have any gastric reflux problems then they can cause nasal/catarrh/throat/cough issues. The reflux will irritate the top of the throat and trigger the above. (Been there got the biscuit).
I second that: I spend up to an hour every morning coughing up gastric cattarrh. The continual acid reflux is what gave me Barretts Oesophagus – a stomach lining in my gullet, which decreases the diameter of the oesophagus/gullet, and leads to food being trapped there. Which exacerbates the coughing and the cattarrh, by the irritation and the formation of more mucous around the trapped food. It’s a vicious circle.
Steve: I suspect that Surgeries and GP’s get a kick-back from pharmaceutical companies. Ask the Duchess to confirm that with Mrs. Bishop – John was a Pharma Technician, before he was a comedian. (From his autobiography, which is entertaining, interesting and just as funny as you would expect.)
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I'm out.I find the women’s game more entertaining than the men’s game. Their passing is superb and there are no histrionics. If someone goes down they are in need of help. Thoroughly enjoyed it and looking forward to Tuesday’s match
Amen to that. They play as if they all want the ball and they intercept better than the male team: a feature of not being able to tackle robustly I think, but it works much better. Perhaps the men’s team should study their play? How about a female coach – a really strict matronly figure should sort them out!
Slapped legs and the Naughty Step!
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I'm out.My Gert’s infection is in the waterworks department, she is currently having to wait ‘to go’ until she can provide a specimen no more than 20 minutes before 9 am and 12 noon. What with the hip pain, the itchy infection and having to wee to order, my life is not at all peaceful atm.
And do she consider my feelings, listening to her moaning? Do she heck as like! I have removed my hearing aids…
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I'm out.It was women against girls: England won at a canter, 4 – 0. Should have been a lot more, Bosnian girls throwing themselves in the way of every shot from England women.
Disappointed though, always am at women’s football. They don’t swop shirts….?
Conversation when I walked out of this room and into the lounge:
Me: “England won 4-nil.” SWMBO: ” ‘Course they did, it was England women, not the men!”
There is a proper answer to that. I didn’t make it.
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I'm out.The Bündesrepublik ended NS in 2011, and are now considering reintroducing it: http://tinyurl.com/y9t5vzbw
In the 60’s and 70’s, when I served in BAOR, there was full conscription for I believe 18 months. Conscientious Objectors could serve their time in the Fire, Police (by selection only) ambulance/paramedics, or as Hospital Orderlies. I was on Exercises with some of the Bündeswehr Wehrpflicht (conscription) lads. TBH, I would have preferred to have gone to war alongside them, than most of the regular American Army I met. At the time, the FRG (West Germany) could put 1.5 million conscripts and Reservists into the field. Rations for the ‘cannon fodder’ was a thick plastic bag full of Würst und Brot (sausage & bread) with a canteen of water. Those young lads thought at that time, as did we all, that the Warsaw Pact nations might come screaming at us in millions at any time. The ones I met were determined to defend their country against the people their parents and grandparents had told them about. the regular Bündeswehr troops were as good then as anything in NATO, and better than most. They hated their parade uniforms, which had been designed to make them look as “un-Warlike” as possible. “Scheisse hosen, scheisse Blusen, scheisse jacke” in the words of one guy I knew.
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I'm out.Are you sure that columbian stuff you enjoy is coffee bob?
Well it’s brown. If it’s brown, smells like coffee, tastes like coffee and has me talking even faster than usual, then…. oh, wait a minute…
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I'm out.@bullstuff2 – Bob, wasn’t SWMBO due to have her hip ops Tuesday?? Hope she’s all OK.
Cancelled, JayCeeDee, thanks for asking. Poor lass now has an infection of the pipes and is undergoing twice-daily tests of every fluid you can name (and some I won’t because know nowt about them ??) Car knows its way to the Surgery now.
My poor old Gert is in constant pain and really does not need to go up there twice a day.
But you can’t show sympathy, it makes them worse!?
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I'm out.Nolan, that guy sounds like the only decent surgeons/consultants I ever met. The first was 20+ years ago in Notts and he said straight out that, at that time, they could do nothing for me, but there were advances being made all the time and someday they might be able to help me. He was right, but he retired and I suffered 2 more INsultants before I found the right guy and the right treatment. Both of those, as you say, actually spoke TO me and in layperson’s language. I had been bamboozled with Medi-speak too many times.
There is another good consultant, that I saw a few years ago and is now seeing my missus. Grimsby hospital lost all SWMBO’s documents and he went bananas. He had 4 different admin staff in the office, questioned them all and made them apologise to SWMBO. Eventually they found the docus, he had the offending woman in (a surly moo) and made her apologise again. Then he told my missus to ignore what the last insultant told her and arranged the right treatment, which has made her handle things much better.
There are not enough of them like that, unfortunately.
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I'm out.I can drink tea for England, always just Typhoo and no one else in the family will drink the tea I make as I like it strong. That is my gran’s fault: she had the old black lead fireplace and oven in the old stone cottage, with a huge old kettle on a swing-out bar over the fire. A big, battered old teapot on the hob, kettle always near boiling and just threw in another handful of loose tea every now and again. By 4 in the afternoon, you could resurface roads with it! My dad got used to it and so did I, but mam would actually shudder when we poured it out. SWMBO says the Tannin in my insides will preserve me forever, they won’t have to embalm me!
I only have one coffee a day, sometimes not even that. I only have Maxwell House instant and am not really bothered about it, but do appreciate my daughter’s fancy Columbian stuff now and again and I like a nice Cappucino – had one today with a nice bit of home made Lemon Drizzle cake at Larders of Louth, while waiting for SWMBO to have her hair done. That’s the best cake anywhere, I love it.
German tourists like Larders: http://tinyurl.com/ycm78fgn
Back to Topic: I will not have a Smart Meter. EDF tried to say they are replacing old meters, forgetting that they only fitted new gas and leccy meters in March 2016, when we had new GCH. I take my readings from the meters: gas is outside the side door, leccy 2 steps from the front door. Then I send them via the website and get a revised bill within 48 hours, straight to my internet account. Discounted, paperless online accounting, no problems at all. I have read so many problems with these meters: IMO it’s just another badly-thought out govenment initiative. Join the Forum and check out the problems on MSE:
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I'm out.This is my old home village, where SWMBO and I went yesterday to place flowers on my parents’ grave. The pub is used as the car park for visitors to the churchyard next door and the view of the Vale of Trent below, is from the second-highest elevation in Nottinghamshire. My parents’ graves are right at the bottom of the hill and we were almost literally blown over, the wind was screaming down the Vale. I had to kneel on a plastic bag and hold onto the flowers, I hope they stayed where I put them. My old dad would have been highly amused to see us struggling.
Church: http://tinyurl.com/y9ejbqqu
Just outside the church gates, is an unusual, if not unique, pillar box. It has the name of Edward VIII – “E VIII R” – the abdicated king from 1937. By coincidence, my adopted town of Louth has a “V R” pillar box – Victoria.
We went on to an even higher place, South Wingfield in the Derbyshire peaks, to place flowers on her parents’ grave.
This one is also at the bottom of a hill, but it dwarfs my old village hill. The wind was also screaming across the churchyard here and a plastic bag escaped us. The bag probably beat us back to Lincolnshire last night! When we finished there, we retired to my lovely SIL’s house up on the hilltop. for a great dinner of Shepherd’s Pie, followed by banana and ice cream. It was worth the trek.
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I'm out.That’s commonsense Steve, this government will not listen. There are still too many oldphart Tories (not necessarily old in years) who think we still have an Empire. Any PM who appoints Boris Johnson as Foreign Minister, is obviously looking for a confrontation with someone…
Forget upgrading Trident: Mutually Assured Destruction is just that: destruction. I would rather not have my country participate in the End Of The World, just in case I am mistaken and there actually is a Deity and an Afterlife. Imagine 60-odd million burnt Brits all queueing behind the charred Yanks, Russians and Chinese in front Old Nick and all bleating, “Honest Boss, it weren’t us, it were our politicians!”
I say we should bite the bullet, stuff the Yanks, cancel the Turkey and buy a navalised Rafale, maybe to build under licence with a suitable Rolls Royce engine and BAE electronics. Use the money saved to build and train a force of well armed but smaller naval craft which will patrol our own borders. That will also allow us to keep EU and other fishing fleets away from our newly-independent waters.
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I'm out.un da, Dwynne!
You have probably heard this one and don’t like it much, but here goes:
A Welsh man is in bed with his girlfriend, and they’re thinking about getting it on. As they’re getting ready, the girlfriend asks the man how many sexual partners he’s had.
He begins to count, and soon he falls asleep.
Mae’n ddrwg!
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I'm out.Not often you get to feel smug with 10 year old pc’s lol.
Or with a low-end AMD M5a78L – M LE- USB3 Mobo that has a low-end FX-6300!
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I'm out.3 years ago, my lad stripped and repaired a Hotpoint washer that was 4 months out of warranty, for a mate of mine. He is now doing a roaring trade in taking on otherwise ” dead and dying” appliances for various folk. “Xxxxxx says you fixed his washer/dryer/cooker/w.h.y. Can you have a look at this?”
He always passes the advice I gave him: if I have to strip it and it’s not repairable, it’s down to you and you have to be able to take it back. I don’t think he has failed yet, but a lot of that is having a very good ex-schoolmate back in Notts, who runs a Domestic Spares business and gives him cost price. He also has a shelf full of manuals from the same source. Latest appliance in his self-built Shed No.3, is an old monster Maytag dishwasher, for a Mablethorpe restaurant. He is looking forward to some free meals…
Word gets around here, it’s amazing. Everybody knows somebody who can carry out a service of some kind. People like the RNLI guys, all have at least 3 jobs and know others with 3 more.
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I'm out.JB – look for the other Universes on the other side of a Black Hole:
The quote in my Sig is from a great SF author, Philip K. Dick. I read a lot of his books, growing up.
JayCeeDee, spot on! They were meant to replace the floppy with a lot more capacity, and also the CD, but poor quality leading to data loss meant that users were losing confidence in them. When the DVD came along, that was the final nail.
I can still remember installing Windows 95 with 23 $$***!!!???***! floppies. Anyone else so afflicted? I still have a True Type Fonts floppy, still worked last time I tried it!
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I'm out.I went for a hotpoint, as growing up everyone I knew had the cream and brown one they did, including my mum. They lasted forever. Sadly the grey one we got never. My great nan, still had her twin tub untill her death in about 1990. I have no idea how she got it out the pantry and to her sink. She was a tiny woman.
That generation were all stronger than they looked Steve. Probably born about the same time as my mam (1906) lived through 2 World Wars and lives that were all hard work for little reward. I know that, until my mam was almost 70, she could still lift and carry stuff that some men today would ask for help with. Dad was badly injured at 59 in the pit and did not work for almost 2 years. Mam had not worked since before marriage in 1926, but she went straight out and found 2 cleaning jobs. I was in the Army by then and sending money home.
My gran (born 1878) was mother of 13, died 13 years after granddad and was in a Sanatorium bed when I last saw her alive. Dad said something she did not like, she smacked him upside the head! 89 and still dishing it out, in her last 2 weeks of life. Amazing old lass, I loved her to bits but I was careful what I said in her presence.
Tough generations.
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I'm out.Until around 1961, my mam had only 2 Dolly tubs, a scrubbing board and a boiler flued into the main coal fireplace and oven, for hot water. By the time I came back from my first trip as a Junior Deckhand in 1962, she had moved up to a machine. Powered by a handle on the top, which my dad brought back from the Co Op in a wheelbarrow, thus saving 5 shillings on delivery. ?? When she used the machine, she still had to wrestle it out from the toilet under the stairs and fill it with hot water from the boiler. If I was at home, I would drag that monster out for her, but mam was a hard woman who could do it perfectly well herself. Later still, dad spotted a second-hand ‘Thor’ electric machine in a Mansfield paper, then got my brother to bring it back in the boot of his Vauxhall Cresta, tied on with rope. How the springs did not break is a mystery! That was heavier than the old muscle-powered monster, with a mangle on top. Eventually I bought her a Hotpoint automatic, which she had for years. When they moved into a flat, I bought her another Auto, a Bendix I think. She promptly opened the door while it was full and flooded the kitchen of the (brand new) flat. That is not possible now of course, as there are locks against a full washer.
We have had an Indesit 8 Kg model, which, I was surprised to discover, is now 11 years old and still going strong* despite our hard water and SWMBO’s curses at it. I know, 8 Kg for 2 of us: wife was not convinced that one grandson, a son and his two, can do their own washing. I have disabused her of one load, but grandson gets his done by grandma. That will change when grandma goes for her new hip, as grandad will make grandson use his almost unused 2yo machine.
*Hope I haven’t jinxed our washer…
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I'm out.No, not too sure on Zip Disk Bob, I think I did see one once.
That’s luck, John. Once used, never forgotten.
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