Or the Gus. Well done you!
Well done Gus
Hacksaws are an essential part of one’s tool kit
Anna selection of hammers…
Carinthia.xx
If it’s not possible to let loose the leopards of war on her, much though I’d love to hear that happen, could Yon Bull get you some noise-cancelling earphones? Even noise-isolating earphones would be better than nothing, perhaps with something soothing to listen to. I swear by (not at) my Bose noise-cancelling earphones on flights. It damps down that horrible din to something quite bearable. Not sure how well it works on hurling matches, though.
Thank you, dear Sparrow.
I must say I made a meal out of what should have been a very straightforward little job. I hate being such a cliche - the little woman who is rubbish at DIY. And it’s not as if Himself did it all - if it was beyond my limited abilities, we Got A Man In. The man we used to get in is not someone I would use again though, for complicated reasons, if he is even still around. Wonder if his missus is out of jail yet…
I once phoned the gas-fitter I’d used six months earlier and got his widow…
Curses, Twellsy. But if she is really deaf, you could creep over and smother her in her sleep. Well, unless she has a MTGB to alert the nursing staff that she is malfunctioning…
You are clearly not that cliche, since you did wot you just did. I, on the other hand, am very definitely that cliche - and I don’t care. I’m not certain I’d even recognise a hacksaw if I saw one.
I once went into a supermarket and asked for the butcher I usually dealt with and they told me he’d been murdered. I couldn’t seem to work the conversation around to asking for the particular cut of meat I was after, so after the usual shocked and appalled utterances, I slunk away.
For a moment there I wondered what an MGBGT had to do with it.
Yeah, they can pull people back from quite a lot of pillow-over-the-face these days. Which I suppose is a good thing mostly.
“But why would she have tried to swallow a whole walnut (in shell)?”
A holster could be quite useful for that too, in extreme cases
do I have to do everything round here? Was waiting for someone else to point this out…
Slightly like a hawk but not very?
That is probably very wise of you. Means you don’t end up kneeling on a screw, for one thing. I always do: it is Traditional, and bluddy painful, too. Every time. And I always start out with the intention of putting them carefully in a little dish.
Ouch!
But screw kneeling apart, the way I see it is that the more time I spend doing stuff I’m bad at, the less time I have to do stuff I’m good at. Like, er…
I’ll come back to you on that one.
“At length the Heralds then pronounced her death as suicide.
And all within the district voiced themselves quite satisfied.
It was a verdict, after all, that none wished to refute–
Though no one could imagine why she tried to eat her lute.”
Good one, Fishers.
Thanks, Armrest. To what do I owe…?
I have endured a rather fraught time, trying to remove my ‘going out’ dress. I very much like the look of this dress when it’s on, but getting it on and, even worse, getting it off are a real struggle. The culprit is the zip at the back, which is simply too short. As the material has no give, I ended up bent over double, arms a-flailing and got stuck. I was just on the point of shouting for Mr Bee to bring a pair of scissors when I finally escaped. It’s like this but comes to my knees:
Lunch was delightful.
Soo xx
Silicone trays for boardgame components turn out to be Dead Handy for this, especially as you can wash 'em afterwards. That’s how I kept the various bits sorted when we had to remove our front door…
Something like these.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/GAMELAND-Foldable-Bowls-Silicone-Standard/dp/B07DWQTSN7/
Ah yes, I remember it well
“It was a door/ no not a gate
We were on time/ the fridge was late”…
My roommate has found headphones
After the bluddy hurling match was over
I am just having a cackle because her team lost
Tee Hee my wicked wish was granted
Right six rows to cast off the cardi time
Click click click…
One of the downsides of no longer being a smoker is not knowing where all the ashtrays have been stashed.