250-odd MHz for an alto, I reckon. So maybe make friends with your local pirate radio station?
Eeek
Jokes in fluent techie speak!
Do that first - then youāll still have a perfectly serviceable instrument that you can flog afterwards
I believe that was mooted as a way of supplying electricity - but the problem was it would be impossible to bill anyone. Hence the national gridā¦
To someone on North Uist, ideally. I might even deliverā¦
I am not, au fond, a saxophone-hater, honest.
Oof
Am ready to Flump forra while
I collected my prescription & then joined DiL in their garden. Wonder of wonders, The Lad came home from work, so I saw him for the first time since February.
90 minutes & 2pints of water later, I left.
In celebration I called at the chipshop & bought myself a piece of haddock for my meal. It was Bluddy Lovely too
Carinthia.xx
I am so pleased you had a good day dear
You deserve many of em
Hurrah!
Hurrah! again
Happy flumphing, Dahlink.
Gxx
This is a good evening for getting trollied. The Ma had been nagging me about a birthday present and I finally and in desperation suggested a shopping trolley, to prevent ācat food vs flourā type dilemmas - which used not to matter as one would happily leap on a bus however many times a week. Well, it arrived yesterday and had a test flight tonight. Yup, it is a Useful Thing.
However, this is a Notice To Young Males
- Lynx or lashings of (cheap, nasty) aftershave is not an effective substitute for a nosegay; and nosegays - hate to break it to you - didnāt work terribly well anyway.
- Wearing a mask or mask-like object does not make you a Superhero with Supershopping powers/privileges and nor is it a protection against being bludgeoned to a bloody pulp with a tin of chopped tomatoes. And that WILL happen if you donāt mend your ways. Particularly if your Ma/Auntie/Gran recognises you. Failing that, I am more than happy to step in, laddie. So mind yerself.
Well, thatās certainly told him, Gus. Erm - will you be able to pick the Offender out of a crowd of knackers? Just for accurate throwage of the tomatoes. You understand?
Soo xx
Not āhimā, little Bee, but āthemā. Multiple offenders. But aye, the one who really pissed me off I would definitely know again.
However, one overpowering miasma of 'product ā is much like another at that end of the market, so perhaps I will dole out impartial slappage to those who offend me nose. Sanitising me paws afterwards, of course.
Hell, yeah!
Soo xx
Time for bed, then. Best dreams, all,
Soo xx
That had me weeping with laughter, Gus , & then panicking 'cos Iāve missed your Birthday
Wibble
Carinthia.xx
Oh, no.
Soo xx
I donāt DO birthday, Darling. But, you know, mothers. Munfs ago & best forgotten.
Gxxxc
Hugs, Gus.
Yer bee xx
Knee-fortifying and protecting hugs forra Bee; and good luck and good weather for picnic endeavours.
Gxx
Thank you, Gusly One xx
Apparently they still make Drakkar Noir. Coo.