No; it’s the conical hollow down which the semi-liquid plastic is pushed to get it from 2.85mm down to (in this case) 0.4mm.
So, who wants to help ... to rattle on in the cellar?
So you and joe are probably on the same page, Twellsy (and I must say I am surprised at you, and not a little shocked)
Slept on the sofa for 3 hours
I think I’m awake now
Prolly need an Reviving Summat
Carinthia.xx
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I’ve been sleeping like that lately.
I am hoping for sleep, but am a tad despairing. Please send subduing thoughts to my stupid neck.
Best nights, Cellarites.
Soo xx
I am very sorry the neck is bothering a Bee, Soo. I am glaring in its direction, most forbidding like.
Hope you can sleep and that you find things improved in the morning
Gus xx
on the booze? Should think so too, dearie. If one cannot self-medicate for a pain in the neck, when can one? G xx
You aren’t what I would call whining, by the way. I can coach you, if you would like
Threatening a misbehaving neck onna bee with a leopard to beat it into behaving
Gus I used to dive and some things in the briny are even odder than my imagination
Bit late there, Armers, but as your consolation prize I’ve got this shiny new
yardarm
Oooh, I duuno.
I long ago realised that putting an answer in AFTER it’s been revealed is a winning way.
It got me through my Chemistry homework for 2 years.
You still do, into the gin lake. The things you see in that, though, probably aren’t really there The turquoise squeakwinned octopus and the clown-fish complete wiv baggy trousers have both so far eluded David Attenborough, for instance.