The Techie Difficulties, & stormy weather here yesterday& today have meant that all the radios at Carinthia Towers are slightly ‘off’, & I cannot approach them to tune them as the just go ‘offer’
Azzitwere
I may have a lie down, & see if it works when I get up
Carinthia.xx
Just had the journey from hell - Brussels airport to Lille. Pretty well everything that could go wrong did, including nearly losing a suitcase to the death trap that is the step up to the (wrong) train, being evicted from what was inexplicably described by the guard as a first class carriage (what must second be like, we wondered; we found out soon enough…) then when we eventually got directed to the right train, found out that it divided at the next station so we had to walk the length of the platform to get a carriage that was actually going where we wanted.
Oh - and had to get up at 3.30 to get to the airport
And at the end of all that, just to put the cap on it, you’re in Lille.
With free wifi in every room - apart from this one, it appears
And I’ve just found out that the talk I’m here to help with has been rescheduled to end five minutes after the (non-flexible) return train we’ve booked. Rude words may be uttered.
Ah. One of those days. Commiserations.
S’France innit. What d’you expect?
Look at Paris. That Eiffel Tower they’ve been building for years.
All they’ve done so far, is put the bleedin’ scaffolding up.
I have talked politely to Programming until they backed down, once or twice, but moving things forward half-an-hour is always unpopular in case people miss the beginning of them. Half-an-hour back is simply called “con-drift” and ignored.
We are having April hail Showers here, and I had to go shopping didn’t I. Yours, soggy fish (aren’t they all, always).
I must confess that you have cheered this narsty little bee up with your shitey day, joe. Mine was being a bit rubbish but I have benefited from feeling a bit of compassion for another 
Soo xx
A non-soggy fish is Not Happy, as a rule.
This is also true!
I think wearing all black, including nails, with a rubber apron helps. And bovver boots, not wellies.
As the thread has moved on while I did pointless things like listen to Matt’s porkies in TA, I was talking here about dealing with the Constabulary, the Council and the RSPCA. Still, I dare say they’d all find it dead Fishy, RIP.
The only dry fish I know about is very salty and needs a good soaking. Ah. As you were.
It needs soaking for a couple of days with frequent changes of water, then a loooooong rinse in cold running water and then you throw it away.
If we are talking about salt cod, as I imagine we are.
Salt fish ‘n’ dumplings, as taught me many years ago by a delectable lady from Domenica.
The lady might have been delectable but I hae me doots with regard to the fish. Possibly the dumplings were a distraction.
Hers were. Harrumph! They don’t tell innocents such as I was about the small, green, violent chillies.
Never mind dere, they sort of burn off the narsty taste of the fish.
Prolly irrelevant (but, hey) one of the Icelandic dishes I am viewing with a kind of prescient revulsion, is trout, smoked over sheep dung. I’d like the fish, but the rest won’t do it for me.
Soo xx
imo that might well improve trout, which I think of as mud with bones
I usually buy sea trout, gus. which doesn’t have that earthy (and unpleasant to me too) taste.
You may be impressed to note that I am still trying to come to grips with basic Icelandic. Even if I am failing to impress, could you make some sort of cooing noise the better to encourage me?
Soo xx