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Ed I am in a similar but slightly different position, having two biological children somewhere in Germany with dual nationality and two stepchildren here. Coincidentally, the ‘natural’ children’s birthdays are just a couple of months apart in each case, from the stepchildrens’, and the firstborn was a boy in both cases too.
I tried for years to regain contact, but my German kids informed me several times, eventually forcefully, that we were done. As I had brought up my stepkids from young with their mum, they have called me dad since the first year we became a family. When SWMBO and I made a will each, I had the solicitor ensure that the only children to receive any inheritance from myself, are my named stepchildren. I also ensured that, should I predecease my wife, she is the sole beneficiary. The existence of stepchildren and natural children can make for an awkward situation, but I wanted to ensure that the kids I have loved and raised as my own, should benefit, as opposed to those who rejected me. I also wish that the 4 children of my stepkids, eventually benefit. I have been present at all 4 births and they have all called me granddad since they began to talk. In the case of my son’s kids, I am the only granddad they have ever known. This does not mean that I will ever forget my natural children, they never leave my mind for long, but I long ago gave up beating myself up over them. When I left, I discovered back in the UK that my ex had opened my case, removed all the photos of my kids, and burned them, putting the ashes in a small jar and leaving a note to tell me what she had done. In German, with several adjectives and adverbs that I would not repeat here, even in another language.
In today’s world of broken relationships, there must be thousands of similar situations.
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I'm out.“ … they get the option of a format and clean installation. Or go and pay someone. My sitting for free night after night fixing a pc for little thanks are over. ”
That’s my attitude as well now, Steve. One local has not read the letter that I delivered to all other 22 bungalows here, stating that deteriorating health means that I cannot give any more help to anyone. I asked him if he had read the letter: “Didn’t think you meant me, mate.” -(Why is everyone my ‘mate’ when they want something)- I said, “Was the letter addressed to you by name?” -“Yes.” -“Then who did you think it was meant for?”
Exit one (temporary) mate. Hope he tells everyone else who doesn’t think I meant them. :wacko: :negative:
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I'm out.Ed: I wrote this in another Thread: –
” …… I have a WH Smith A5 book that began life as an Alphabetised address book, all my own and others’ details in there, all website addresses, passwords etc. I long since ran out of WHS pages, so I created a document in OOfice: 2x A5 pages across a Landscaped A4 page, alpabetised text boxes with all those details. It was a slight PITA to set up, but once done I update it as new sites/details come up. ”
This should address (unforeseen pun!) the problem for me, with the usual security warnings about placing the book where at least one trusted person knows of it.
My main reason for guarding access to my own passwords, is an inquisitive curious and very bright 11 yo gdaughter, who has to be prevented from accessing anything above her age group. She uses grandma’s lappy with her own UAC, but I have to sweep that occasionally as she is becoming adept at bypassing stuff. That is the result of having a 23 yo brother who is a network engineer: she nags him unmercifully for information!
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I'm out.Nolan, there must be a few equally mad ideas in here, if you keep looking! :yahoo:
But I do have an open mind to most of the stuff out there.
Actually, SWMBO thinks it’s vacant, not open, but what does he know – anyone daft enough to say “YES” to a proposal of mine, lacks judgement. :unsure: 😉
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I'm out.# Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear Planet Earth,
Happy birthday to you! #
………………… Blimey, that’s a lot of candles! :yahoo:
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I'm out.Yes That is what I do. I have a WH Smith A5 book that began life as an Alphabetised address book, all my own and others’ details in there, all website addresses, passwords etc. I long since ran out of WHS pages, so I created a document in OOfice: 2x A5 pages across a Landscaped A4 page, alpabetised text boxes with all those details. It was a slight PITA to set up, but once done I update it as new sites/details come up. Problem with the hudl lady was that someone else set it up for her, and that person lives some distance away. That person was the linked Recovery Email address, which caused delay in contacting and waiting for a Google 6-digit code. I have now set it up with a new password and a link to my email address, recorded in my book and accessed from my desktop, having had permission from her to do that. I always ask permission though: it’s a bit dangerous if you don’t, data laws being as they are.
Now she is looking for a device and will want me to set it up. As I said at the start of this pantomime, as she is a very nice person I don’t mind, but I have asked her to keep it quiet so that I don’t get any more calls for assistance. We see this lady every day, calling upon the vulnerable ones in our little community and helping them. Everyone except the dragon around the corner loves her, but the dragon is a nasty old she-dog whom no one likes.
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I'm out.I agree with you Nolan, that the work of Zahi Hawass is unreliable, but anything and everything published by Graham Hancock, is much more so. His books are a mishmash of speculative “fact” in which he joins up mythology and confusing ancient records, to produce unprovable hypotheses. His problem, like so may others who write ‘alternative histories’, is that, once set upon that path, he can only repeat the unprovable by mixing it with the unknowable. He was, after all, a Sociologist, not a Historian.
It is a fact that there was rainfall in the Egyptian past: the Sahara has very old rock carvings of Giraffes, Hippos, crocodiles and fish. It is also known that a massive body of water lies beneath the Sahara, very deep below. Clmate change is not a new thing, it has been happening throughout the ages. The problem lies with the varying scientific theories: some claim it to have been a regular, periodic downpour of Monsoon proportions, others that it was a steady precipitation over a period of time, which to my mind would more effectively cause the erosion of the surface of the Sphinx.
The Egyptians of any dynasty except the last few, had no reliable mathematical tools until the Greeks took over their empire in 323 BC. The Greeks in turn, inherited and improved their mathematics from the Persians:
The Arabs in their turn, inherited and improved upon both. What goes around, comes around….
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I'm out.Steve, standing stones (Henges) came well before the Celts and the Druids. The first henges were of wood and they began to be built around 5,000 years ago. Standing Stones began replacing them about 1,500 years later, all across the British Isles and some in Europe. Stonehenge was built about 2,500 years ago. Before the pyramids, in fact. It was the centre of belief in those times, for the whole of Britain and Europe. It was also a calendar-clock and part of some kind of spiritual belief that we know nothing about now: it began in the far north in the Shetlands, and spread all over Britain and Ireland.
“Henge” is another Anglo-Saxon word: (from ‘Haenge‘) the Anglo-Saxons were superstitious about them and would not go near them. They though that was where the Old British Gods lived.
There is a lot of human history in these islands, more than most people realise.
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I'm out.Ed is right in many ways, except for missing out the Ash tree. which was, if anything, more venerated in ancient Brythonic – Welsh culture. My Grandfather, born 1876 at Burslem in the Potteries, was 3 generations away from being Welsh, but was the most fanatical supporter of Wales and all things Welsh. As he could not make much impression upon his 8 surviving chldren (5 deceased at various times) he turned to his many grandchildren and flooded our impressionable young minds with what he thought was Welsh folklore and culture. I still remember some of the stuff he forced upon us and so do my surviving cousins. Although he passed in 1954 when I was 9, he was a true believer, even became a Druid, regularly attending the Eisteddfod with his own poetry : https://tinyurl.com/zcqu98g As a published poet myself (mainly under an assumed name) it must be genetic.
It was many years before I began to check all of this, at the suggestion of my dad, who was at loggerheads with granddad for many years and considered himself English to the core. I researched Welsh history and discovered that “Wales” and “Welsh” is not how the people of Cymry saw themselves to be. “Welsh” is actually derived from an Anglo-Saxon word, Weala. Roughly translated, it approximates ‘slave’, which is how the Germanic invaders saw the indigenous Brythonic people. The modern ‘Druid’ movement was in fact a Victorian invention: see Wiki – https://tinyurl.com/ja5ow4p
Modern druids are simply nothing compared to the ancient British and Gallic priesthood, which the Romans did all they could to wipe out in the lands they conquered. Those ancient Druids were trained in memory arts, as there was no written language for the people now called Celts, until the Irish invented Ogham script. The priests were followed, worshipped and obeyed by the people and carried the whole history of their people in their heads, passing it down. Unfortunately the Romans really did wipe them out for good at the last battle of Ynys Mon, the Holy Isle now called Anglesey. The people simply lost all sense of belief, religion and purpose. You can see the results of this race memory at every sporting event between English and Welsh teams. Six generations away from my own ancestors, the hairs still rise at the back of my neck when thousands of voices sing “Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau”, the Welsh National anthem. “Land of Hope And Glory” is almost as good, but “God Save The Queen” is a turgid, boring mess.
Here endeth the history lesson. Sit up at the back, there! :bye:
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I'm out.I did, didn’t I! I love trees as well, there must be something Pagan about me.
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I'm out.Don’t make me laugh bob. the pc wasn’t invented when you got wed under the Pagan tree
No, I was using the Babbage Differential Engine in those days:
https://tinyurl.com/62tk96 :scratch: B-) :unsure:
How did you know we are Pagans? :good: :yahoo:
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I'm out.Thanks Graham, going to check that.
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I'm out.Steve that is what I meant when I said this: ” I had to show her how to block most of the carp. ” I set it to ‘friends of friends’ and she has no more problems. Well, not with that issue, anyway…. I missed the fine print in the Marriage Vows where it said “…and assist your wife in all IT situations at all times, so long as ye both shall live…”
B-) :wacko: :scratch:
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I'm out.Tried the Hyundai Tucson Nolan? there is a lot of choice besides that: https://tinyurl.com/hqdk6kh
I tried out the iX20 before the Tucson, preferred the Tucson as I have distances to drive, but the iX20 is a baby MPV, good ride height and I could get in and out easily. I have problems with most other cars.
Steve also mentions the Peugeot 3008.
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I'm out.My SWMBO is currently enraged by FB because lots of people from all over the world want to be her friend. She was born in Nuneaton, as were her 2 sisters, and registered on Nuneaton Heritage site, or somesuch. I had to show her how to block most of the carp. Biggest joke for me on FB was after I sold some audio and video stuff on FB Local Sales. I listed them as sold and within a week, they were asking me if I wanted to buy ‘similar’. They know differently now…
Amazon is the worst for ads with “Recommended For You..” If I have bought one book, one pair of trousers, or any other item, they think I want more of the same. No, I bloomin well don’t: variety is the spice of life, Mr. Bezos!
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I'm out.Looking good, Lee. You’re working well: these are the kind of improvements that we would not have realised as improving the site, but they do.
Many Thanks, good work. :good: :yahoo:
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I'm out.I do like the box sets idea: still playing catchup and binge-watching myself, mostly after SWMBO has dozed off on the sofa, woke up and gone to bed. All the shows I like are either in my latest box set, or set to Series-record. SWMBO hates them, in fact tonight I have set a couple of programmes to record while she watches “Call The Midwife”, which for me is the equivalent of being unable to escape from a long conversation with the most boring person I can think of. After all that carrying a massive bump about, and the (<span style=”background-color: #999999;”>supposedly</span> admittedly obvious) pain of childbirth, why do women enjoy watching that? After all our years together, I still don’t understand that, and the programme has the same fascination for our daughter. I told my eldest gdaughter to watch it as a warning, but she won’t.
I would like to take Sky Sports eventually, but not at the price they want. And football is too painful for me atm, as a suffering Nottingham Forest supporter. :negative: 😥
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I'm out.Thanks Bob, that seems to have resolved the issue – much appreciated.
Glad to help, that’s what we do.
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I'm out.What amuses me about most people I see on the roads driving a low-end BMW, is their conviction that it is somehow ‘better’ or even ‘quicker’ than everything else on the road, simply because it is a BMW. Some weeks ago I had a 1-series hanging on to my rear bumper on my way to a roundabout before climbing Kenwick Hill, a long, steep road that leads up to another roundabout and on to a long straight on the A16 as it bypasses Louth. The C-Max 2.0 TDCi laughs at this hill, it just keeps on pulling and pulling and I have easily topped 90 going up there. (Just once, you understand, for research purposes! B-) 😉 )
Anyway, the blonde person in the BMW (indeterminate sex but long blonde hair) started flashing me as I turned out of the roundabout. I depressed the right pedal in earnest and flew away from the BMW. I turned out at the roundabout along the straight and proceeded at a stately pace towards Grimsby. The BMW caught me up and, having not learned the lesson, again started flashing me. Once again I booted the pedal and flew away from it, but I know this road and I know where the camera is. I slowed before the bend that precedes the camera and allowed the moronic driver to overtake me, with much gesturing of its middle finger. Coming around the bend, I was just in time to see the BMW pass the camera at an estimated 90+ MPH. I carried on at around 50, observing the flare of brake lights ahead as the driver suddenly realised what had ocurred. I followed that car all the way to a long straight further up the A16, where I overtook and waved back, using all my fingers in a slow, majestic, Royal, back-hand wave. B-)
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I'm out.The night trips you take made me laugh: I do that about 3 or 4 times a year, when I have one of my bad days and have to sleep during the day. I can be out of it for anything up to 12 hours, wake again at some stupid hour and know that it might be 24 hours before I can sleep again. So, whether it’s day or night, I get in the car, turn up either the Stones or Creedence Clearwater, and drive. My favourite drive is the A153 between Louth and Horncastle, over the Linconshire Wolds. It’s a brilliant drive: bend after bend, steep hills up and down over the crest of the Wolds, twisting and turning all over the place. I love it. I try to avoid it when the bikers are at Cadwell Park, though. If I wake after 3 am, I drive to Mablethorpe and park up on the Sandhills, overlooking the beach. Then I wait for the sun coming up over the North Sea. If it’s a clear sky in the East, it makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. If it’s cloudy over the continent but clear here, the sunlight spreads across the top of the clouds into every color imaginable. Makes me glad all over again that we moved here. You might see that same sun going down over your mountain, Daffyd bach! :yahoo: B-)
One of my mates here is a Huge 6’2″ ex-Anglian Regiment CSM, with a big belly and a pot leg from a wound in the first Gulf War. He had one of the first 3008’s when it came out and loves it. His missus and all the kids are big, so it suits them. Although the kids are all gone now, he still wants the new one on his next Motability lease, about 15 months after mine. He is disappointed that the new 3008 is no longer on the Motability list, but I pointed out that the 5008 is available, at £2,780 deposit. He will look at the next 5008 when he is due, but like me he cannot afford anything over £1,000. That’s where I always set my limit and he does the same. I think it’s wrong that these prices are passed on to Motability customers. Many of us need a higher seating to make it easier getting in and out, and all those have gone up in price. Maybe I would look at the new 3008, but (a) it’s not listed by Motability, so I can’t have one, and (b) at that deposit, I will not break my £1,000 limit. The Tucson is within that limit and leaves me enough to get some bits and bobs, a boot liner and seat covers.
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