So, who wants to help ... to instaurate the cellar?

Poor you, Carinthia. Onna Monday, too. Have a benign beely hug:
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Soo xx

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Snap wee bee

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I was planning to cut my hair, but I’ll have to warm up first…

Carinthia.xx

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Snellfrocky! Hangnails! Dirty socks!

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P’raps a bungee to hold it shut? But you’d have to take it off before the thing was collected, bin-men being bin-men.

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I always had bungees on the bins, & used to pick up the manky ones left on the verge.

If I used a Noo one, it would, mysteriously, disappear…

Carinthia.xx

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OK, so I’m now imagining wheelie bins that bounce back every time anyone tries to take them away to empty them. And in a storm they shoot off down the drive then - booooing - shoot straight back again, overshooting to the bottom of the garden and back.

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They waltz, TFM…

I have to keep them at the front of the house, & there is just abit longer than a cars length to the pavement, & then the road.

If they go out to the road, then they could cause a serious accident, so they are mainly sensible, & waltz along the pavement…

The Lad, The Bugga, with his longer posher car used to nudge the bins so that the lids lifted like mouths opening…

Carinthia.xx

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Kids, eh?
Soo :wink: xx

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I know. You turn your back for a moment, and…

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Immensely cheering, Joe

Carinthia.xx

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Suspiciously clean house.
< sulks. massively>
Gxx
Thinking of bribing a chicken to squitter. This is what I have become :chicken:

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The Oaf would think it was Lunch…

Carinthia.xx

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I very much doubt that. He would be outside his skin if the bird looked at him funny from the security of the flat-tank-hovercrafty, evil, unnatural and, above all, unfair hingmy.
I’d not hear the bleedin’ end of it fer weeks, weeks I tell yer. No ta. I have enough trouble with the animal as it is, without the Light Poultry Transport Corps sticking their (polished) beaks in.

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ā€˜My agent’s calling! My agent’s calling!’ cried Chicken Licken, and scooted away as fast as she could on her Roomba to prove to Mr Mercurio that she could do a better Scouse accent than Steph ā€˜yes the girls are very quiet aren’t they - what are these pills of yours again, Steve?’ Corbett.

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Love it!

Carinthia.xx

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You turn your back for a moment, sleeping the sleep of the, er, well, and see an unavailable video…

Never mind, I know my place. Which is under the leaky joint in the gin-piping.

yardarm

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What I see there, Joe, is ā€œVideo unavailable. This video may no longer exist, or you don’t have permission to view it. Learn moreā€

which probably isn’t what you intended.

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Budge up wee birdie

Room for two there isn’t there?
I bring bacon and sossige butties…

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We’d better eat some of 'em to make space.

News for Carinthia: I left our garden bin in the gazebo overnight as I plan to fill it a bit more today. The lid had blown open, but the bin itself was still upright.

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