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Glad you like it Bob. How’s the phone mount holding up?
Fell off twice Nolan, then found that there was something lightly smeared on the window glass. Cleaned the car including windows yesterday, used “Astonish” on the windows and was rightly astonished: it worked! It’s holding up for now, but it fell off while the hot weather was with us (got up to 31ºC here). When the heat comes back as they reckon it will, I will check it out. My car parking space faces South all day and I have a sunscreen, windows open a bit, inside of car is till a bake oven when it’s even mildly warm. It’s been a great summer here, spent a lot of time on local beaches away from the Grockles.
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I'm out.Richard is correct: He is talking about the card or paper frame that surrounds the actual photo. Most commercial frames sold in places like Wilkos, have these already fitted. I always check my photos for size before buying a frame, then allow a bit more in size for the frame. Sometimes the frame and its card insert is a bit too large, so I make a new card frame to match the photo and frame dimensions.
I learned all this a long time ago as a kid, when my dad asked me to put an old but good photo of himself and mam into a frame with no card insert frame, just against the glass. Years later, tried to remove it and ruined it. A treasured picture of my parents at 14 & 15 years old, gone. There never any wedding photos of them, as they left Stoke in 1926 after marrying in a rush, for the usual reasons (!) Dad had already gone with his brother to work in the Nottinghamshire pit village where I grew up, mam followed with her SIL, my baby sister who only lived a few months, and SIL’s twin girls. All travelled about 75 miles on a horse-drawn charabanc. Tough times: they were the 11th and 12th families in the village. there were Staffordshire, Derbyshire, Durham, Northumberland, Scots and Welsh people eventually. I grew up hearing lots of accents, but the place became a real community. Thatcher killed it.
Blimey I have wandered off again, sorry.
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I'm out.I have posted before about my own hit & run experience in Germany. Staggering up a hill with a sharp bend halfway up to the camp and our airfield, completely off my face after yet another argument with my first missus. Around the corner came a stolen VW with a Porsche engine specially fitted. Hit me, I sailed into the air and came down across a broad wall. The initial impact broke both legs, hitting the wall broke some ribs, jerking forward over the wall smashed my (then) good looks into the other side. Smashed nose, fractured skull which still has a deep ridge across the LH side. In a coma for 3 days, 3 separate brain ops over the year, by a famous German brain surgeon. If a German had not been looking out of his window at 3:30 am, and called a German ambulance instead of the camp, I would never have made it alive to BMH Rinteln, about 32 KM away. As it was, the surgeon was touring German hospitals and advising surgical teams at each one. He would not allow the RAMC to take me away.
I do not remember a single moment of that night. But I do know that I was both very unlucky and very fortunate, first to be in that thieving driver’s path, and second as a result of the incredible coincidences that saved my life. The only later consequences, were a nose op to remove a tiny piece of bone that gave me ferocious headaches, and the ridge of the scar across my head, becoming more noticeable now my hair is disappearing. Which is why I wear a hat, usually a baseball cap.
Steve, your lad shares the same bad luck in being hit by a barmpot TWOC idiot, but also the good luck which means it was not as serious as it could have been. I remember being young at the time this happened, and once I believed I was ready, I wanted out and back to work. You cannot fight that attitude, it’s a part of feeling young and invincible. God luck to your lad, same age as my eldest grandson at 24.
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I'm out.My SWMBO’s Lenovo has an online manual which demonstrates how to remove and replace any part, shows how to strip it down and gives all part numbers for replacement. That gives me hope for its future, providing my hands do not get any worse!
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I'm out.As I said earlier, my option is to wrap in packing tape, then store in an old treacle tin. At some point when there are enough of them, between Friday and Monday, I take them to the local waste dump and the helpful guys there put them in a special Sharps bin. I usually wait until there is other stuff to dispose of at the dump. So there is no need for me to put them in the black (domestic waste) bin.
As in Ed‘s case, my black bin is usually only 20% full, whilst the recycling bin is always around 70% full. Glass is taken to the Morrison’s car park, which also takes clothes, shoes etc. What amuses me is the division of glass into white, clear, brown and black items. I know someone who works for the company that collects glass from these sites and he says it makes no difference whatsoever: it all goes into the same process. I keep glass in an old cardboard wine box until recycle time, boxes are free from Morrison’s.
Until 15 years ago, I lived in Louth next to a very good neighbour who was a crew chief on the new recycling truck teams at the local council. The Manager decided to recycle glass by crushing it to very fine particles in the truck, which resulted in spillage and the local roads being speckled with tiny bits of glass. The cleanup of all that led to my neighbour taking over as manager and the ex-manager being offered another job, supervising the domestic waste machines. He walked.
Richard, if the waste collection teams here were as good, competent and helpful as the privately employed teams at the waste dump, I could excuse an occasional lapse. But they just seem to go out of their way to be as incompetent and unhelpful as possible. Adding discourteous to that just makes it worse. One day I caught the driver being insulting to a lady of 91. I was joined by several more neighbours in publicly shaming the guy.
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I'm out.I have had the totally annoying experience of having one of my 3 bins missed by the Waste collection team EIGHT times over the years! I could not understand the reason why they missed only mine: it is always out along the same straight stretch of pavement, in the same straight line, as others. After I involved a local Councillor, it stopped for a while, then another was missed. I took the bin on my lad’s trailer to the local Council HQ and wheeled it up the steps to Reception, opened the lid and let everyone there smell the aroma of my Domestic Waste. Confrontation with a minor Dogsbody produced nothing, them another obviously more (self-) important Suit informed me I was committing Criminal Damage and he would call the police if I didn’t leave with my aromatic offering. Fine, I said, call them, I’ll just wait here. Suit left and came back with a more reasonable Suit, who did what the other two Muppets should have done: asked me what the problem was. I told him and produced printouts of emails I had sent the Council. He called Waste Office and ordered them to collect the bin NOW please, then return it to outside my home address.
Their story, after much measurement and viewing by another Suit at our next Collection Day, that my bin is exactly at the point where the truck parks and constitutes a blind spot. I made no comment, but did inform this particular Suit that my next visit to Council Hall with a bin, would be accompanied by a Media Representative.
They haven’t missed a Collection since, probably because SWMBO glares at them from the lounge window, until they pick up our bin….
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I'm out.I have been partially metricated, in that I have memorised a few equivalents –
Cm to inches: 1 inch = 2.54 cm. Km to Miles: 1 Km is approximately 5/8 of a mile. Litres: 1 Litre = 1.76 Pints.
For the ones I am too lazy to memorise, I use this set of tables:
There is a shop in Louth called Trotters Traders. (seriously, they spotted a gap and bought the copyright) They sell just about anything you can name, and have a carpet & furniture shop to one side, a separate concern to Trotters. I have bought carpets from there, the owner is a fitter and will take an offcut of carpet and cut to any size, with taped edges. The company has other outlets in Grimsby, Scunthorpe and Mablethorpe.
Dougie Wadham, who began this chain has come a long way from working as a market trader and setting up his first store – check it out:
The stores literally sell almost anything you can name, I shop there a lot. It’s a Del Boy done good thing!
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I'm out.I served with two sons of Polish WWII servicemen, one the son of a Battle of Britain fighter pilot, the other who escaped Poland and joined the British Army, fought in the Eighth Army through the Western Desert and Italy. He married a Scottish lass and made his life in Scotland.
The spinal op I had in 2005, which saved me from becoming a quadriplegic, was carried out by a Spinal Neurologist named Jelinek. Seriously – he went in through the right side of my neck to carry out the procedure. His granddad was another B-o-B fighter pilot. We owe these people so much, and many of them were sent back to Poland, Czechoslovakia, etc, by the craven British government at the behest of Soviet Russia.
Two tales of the lads I served with, one serious, one quite amusing:
When I served in NI, 2 mates were Jim, who was from Lisburn, and Stanislaus. Most weekends I was able to escort Jim to his family home in an unmarked unit car and I had a great time, treated like one of the family. One weekend I had to be out on the streets, so Stan escorted Jim. He was treated with disrespect by the family because he was, of course, Catholic. Jim left his own family home early with him and I never went again to that house. Daft thing was, Jim was married to an English Catholic!
The other lad was with me at an AAC aircraft workshop and his family name began with Z. Naturally, there was no one else with a name like that. One evening we were having a mess Meeting, chaired by a particularly thick CSM. He was calling out names of attendees, being asked by all the Williams’, Smiths and Jones’ “Which one, Sir?”. He had to append the last 3 Regimental numbers, to cope with this.
He got to Johnny Z******y, who said “Which one Sir?” CSM, without the trace of a smile, gave his Reg. No.
Cue the whole Mess falling about, one puzzled CSM wondering what the joke was.
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I'm out.It depends on whatever we need from our printers, Steve. As I said earlier in the thread, I print a lot of colour graphics and photos. I was a self employed designer/printer as my last work before retirement, thought that was the end of that. Now I am printing photos for family and friends, making posters, leaflets and flyers for my son’s Stationary Engine club and shows. I really enjoy the work and I get recompense for materials, plus a bit more for my time. The main point is that I enjoy it and it keeps my few remaining working brain cells occupied.
Last April, the village Community Centre wanted me to do some work for them. I asked them to list what they wanted, showed some examples and gave them prices. Requesting payment for the work, did not seem to please them. So I showed them some old invoices from my printing work, with material prices as they are now. “But it’s for the village!”
“I am a Senior citizen on a fixed income, ” I said “Find a Printer who will do it for nothing, because I cannot afford to do that. What exactly has the village done for me?”
I have not had a response to that. Some of the people who ‘serve’ on the Community Centre Committee, are self-important, toffee-nosed oldpharts who think they should decide who does what, how it should be done, and who* should do it, in the village. I like to attend the CCC meetings, which have to be open to all villagers, just to upset the very few Toffee Noses with objections to some of their daftest ideas. Fortunately I am not alone: most villagers support my opposition and join in. It’s bedlam sometimes, I love it!
One rule for our CC car boots: it will rain on at least 75% of those car boot days, held on a huge green space which is the sports pitches. When it has rained heavily, they have to cancel. There is one on BH Monday, tomorrow. I warned them!
*Not themselves, usually.
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I'm out.Chose and ordered the Canon Pixma TS 6150, got £20 cashback refunded at checkout added a multipack of XXL Cartridges. My first wireless printer.
The 6150 ticked all boxes for me and was considerably cheaper than the 8150 or 9150 I originally liked.
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I'm out.Thanks Dave. After looking at Manufacturer pages and reviews until my eyes ache, I agree with this: –
” HP and Lexmark have become more oriented towards document printing, leaving Canon and Epson to slog it out in the photo arena. ”
HP printers no longer have what I need. I have temporarily decided upon a Canon TS 8150:
I also looked at its big brother the TS 9150. Comparing both, I think the 9150 is no better for my purposes than the 8150. I wanted at least a 5-cart, photo – orientated machine and this seems to fit the bill. I just hope that Canon Support is as good as HP has been: I’ve had almost 10 years of continual upgrades from HP, until the last in March. The software is unrecognisable from the original, still have the original installation CD, unused since first install. I looked at the 6150, which uses the same cart’s as the 80150 and 9150, except for the 6th cart, Photo Blue. I like producing friends and family photos, I enjoy the process, also posters and flyers for my son’s Stationary Engine shows. Well, it keeps me off the streets!?
Thanks for the Canon recommendation: I looked at Epsons, could not find one to suit my needs.
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I'm out.Visited several resellers a few times and very impressed at the “bang for bucks” value at Micro Dream, which seems to have a more professional appearance than others . When I finally get around to retiring desktops, I will look again.
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I'm out.Brown packing tape. I save all sharps until there is a fair amount, in an old treacle tin*. Then I wrap them all in several layers of brown packing tape, cardboard, more packing tape. I take them to the local waste dump and tell the guys there they are sharps: they have a big bin marked sharps, with a list of what can go in. They appreciate that I wrap the sharps. We have a really good waste site in Louth, open Friday, Sat, Sun & Mondays only, really helpful guys.
*Tate& Lyle treacle tins, with secure, tight fitting lid. My missus puts it on her porridge, I use honey. Very useful tins when clean and dried. I have all sorts of stuff in several tins.
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I'm out.The blind leading the lame, followed by the indifferent, harried along by the False Patriots. All supervised and continually lied to, by the criminally incompetent.
Not one person in our government has a clue what to do about the situation we are heading for. I had changed my Remain stance a while ago, just wanting a resolution to get out with a decent future for the British people. Now it looks like a Train Crash.
Give us another Referendum, ask the EU for a two year extension, call a General Election to predate the new Referendum.
Someone please assassinate Farage, how much damage can one failed politician create?
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I'm out.Richard I posted on another thread that my landlord has succumbed to threats of HSE and Environmental Housing intervention. ☺? My fireplace and back boiler are to be removed next Tuesday. Plusnet and OR are due for another broadside on Monday, although it is more the inaction of BT OR, delaying connection to the new cabinet. Well, that’s Plusnet’s story and I have good reason to believe them: I am offering to upgrade my service if I can get a better (stable) connection.
The part of this thread which refers to health issues, I will not return to though, as it was becoming like the floor of an operating theatre.???
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I'm out.Think you’re right Ryan: maybe time to kill this thread, blood and bits all over it.??
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I'm out.Graham I have Hiatus hernia too. Blimey, how am I still here?
I would much prefer to lose some of these problems though, wouldn’t we all? The one thing that annoys me is the old bat up the road who buttonholes me and asks how I am, then interrupts immediately with news about her bad back. It’s all she has in the way of medical problems and she is 82. If I see her coming I try to disappear.
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I'm out.Graham, never heard of Creon, I will look it up. I have Lansaprazole for Reflux, which gave me Barrett’s Oesophagus (missed that off the previous list) Barrett’s is the oesophagus reacting to acid reflux by lining the gullet with a layer of stomach lining. This narrows the oesophagus and gullet, and creates more potential cell problems: I have a camera and biopsy every 2 years to check for rogue cells. It also means that I have to eat in small bites and chew thoroughly, because food particles get stuck.
I have (2x 3 tablets) of Capacetabine, twice a day directly after meals, as part of the Chemo process: they teach my white cells to attack cancer cells, penetrating the disguise that cancer cells put up. Well, that’s the current plan. (2x 2) Erythromycin twice a day, antibiotic to replace the spleen’s job. A Pravastatin at night for cholesterol, a tiny tablet which is a heck of a job to swallow due to the Barrett’s.
I have seen more different hospitals than I can comfortably remember, not that I wish to!
Richard I come from a really bloody-minded family, we refuse to give in to illness, injury or those organisations and officials who make life so difficult for us all. My 5’4″ dad was a miner, as were both brothers and we grew up in a hard environment. Dad taught us to respect others but expect the same respect from them. He also taught us that we are better than no one, but no one is better than us.
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I'm out.Oh welcome to the club then Bob. I had the tail of my pancreas and spleen removed in 2012. I had a pseudo cyst in my pancreas that was causing pancreatic fluid to leak into my abdomen. There was nothing wrong with my spleen but as it normally connects to the tail of the pancreas it had to go too. Perhaps we could compare scars one day
Graham – unless you’ve had:
*3 brain surgeries after hit & run & fractured skull.
*spinal surgery to remove, rebuild with carbon fibre & refit, No.4 vertebra.
*Bowel disease with a Parastomal hernia.
*Arthroscopy left knee.
*Aforementioned Pancreatic& spleen adventure, tail had cancer cells, spleen full of them: –
– You might lose on scores! Not bragging, just very unfortunate and wish I had none.
BTW, if I had not had a Prostate problem in December 17, I would not have had the CT & MRI scans which found the cancer on the Pancreas.
Medical serendipity?
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