Preparedness for when

ginnyknit

and moving swiftly on.....I have 4 apple tree's- shucks I called it an orchard :mad: guess I will have to buy one of those patio tree's.

mardatha

MrsL, I could sell you some rain!! We're on day godknowshowmany of thick cold mist and drizzle. Grey muck and 6C. None of my wee plants are growing, they all stopped dead when the sun vanished.

GreyQueen

:j I win - 100 rolls of t.p. exc the one I just put on the spindle (s'ok, I washed my hands before coming to the keyboard).

Aaahh, the little comforts of life, the preferred t.p. brand, the chocolate, the tea, whatever floats your boat. I heard something trailed on Radio 4 this morning (for the Today Programme) about restoring civilisation after an apocalypse. People'd have to work hard to hang on to literacy, for a start, never mind the niceities of high culture. Being able to free up adults to teach children, and children from a peasant economy's labours to recieve education, requires a degree of slack in the working world which might be hard to sustain if it all goes belly-up.

Crikey, even the msm is talking tin-hattery. I may listen to this later in the day, am in a net-surfing mode atm.

Sorry to hear about He Who Knows taking poorly in the poor air and hugs to anyone who is affected. The pollution levels in my neighbourhood (city centre) normally are reckoned equivalent to smoking 10-a-day, which is a bit vexing to non-smokers like myself. I'm blessed not to have lung difficulties but did once feel proper poorly here years ago when we had something, can't quite remember what, inversion? which caused the pollution to sit over the city for a few days until the weather changed. Very debilitating, was gasping for breath after even minor exertion.

Yesterday after w*rk was a wipe-out due to exhaustion. Went to bed at 9.30 pm but was zombiefied hours before that, as SuperGran found when she called me circa 8 pm to update me on the day's doings in the Shoebox Soap Opera.

The tally for the past 48 hours is one fire, two ambulances and an armed response vehicle (unrelated to each other), several druggies caught cooking up on the stairs, some horrible herbert puking on someone's doorstep, p-ing in the stairwells, fly-tipping, several rows between individuals, some of whom are more individual than others, and a housecall from the polis to SG about Isshews.

On the plus side, no one woke me at all, unless you can count the blinking blackbirds tweetling on the carpark about 5.30 am. Which I enjoy anyway.

The breakdown of Lauren Order has always worried me as things teeter on the edge of chaos here and in many other parts of this smallish city on a daily basis. Wouldn't take much to push things over.......I have a rolling pin and an interesting selection of kitchen implements to defend myself with, hoping never to need to do that in earnest.

I've also had a random breakfast involving eating a cold cooked sausage in a teacake. Shouldn't really have worked but surprisingly pleasant.

mardatha

IN a teacake? How did you manage that? lolol

GreyQueen

mardatha wrote: »

IN a teacake? How did you manage that? lolol

It was a shop-bought teacake (YS, natch) and I just sliced it in half with a knife. What did you think I was doing?!

mardatha

I thought you'd carefully baked a teacake wi a cold (frozen?) sausage inside it!

D&DD

Morning preppers


GQ I think we often underestimate the psychological effect when things start to come apart at the seams. When we had the riots so close to home it really rattled me.I am as prepared as I can be for hunkering down for a good while but even so I don't mind admitting I got the shakes..


My house is secure,I have copious amounts of food,water etc,alternative cooking methods,lighting as I say we are as well prepped as we need to be but still..I literally started to shake when the fires got so close. I never bat an eyelid in everyday life when we lurch from one crisis to another,the neighbours always knock here when something goes belly up but I just flipped!


Fire it seems is my nemesis you see..not long after moving on the estate a lady lost her life in a fire and I've been a tad neurotic ever since about burning smells even.


Re the cooking in hard times I've often thought about alternatives to outdoor cooking.Do you remember on that tv drama when the fella fired up his Barbie the nosey neighbour appeared..I think the wonderpot MG has made is a great idea can I ask does it disguise the smell of cooking a bit too?? I've got all the stuff in to make one just need to uncover a sewing machine lol.

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D&DD have a read of the interweb and you get conflicting posts about aroma. Some folks say they miss the smell of food cooking and others say they come home to a delicious smell of cooked dinner. I guess it really depends on how tightly fitting the lid of your pot is and whether the preparation smells linger after you've popped it into the wonderbag, Lyn xxx.

D&DD

Thanks Lyn will do I've been reading up about solar cookers for a while on the preppy sites but as I have alternative methods for outside I didn't look into it further.


It always bugged me though,how you would disguise the smell if things got that bad that you'd have to..


I made some bread in my cobb one day and 3 different neighbours asked what smelt so nice!!!

GreyQueen

DD&D, I entirely get where you're coming from re fear of fire.

A handful of years ago, a criminal tried to intimidate me. Within 5 days this drug-dealer (who lived only a few meters away) had kicked thru my front door and then come to my door with a flamegun. I cannot begin to describe how quickly you move from normal to utter terror when there is something like that going on outside the only exit from your very small home.

I can still hear the roar of the gas (I think it was one of those fuelled flameguns) and the sight of the fire through the door. I panicked, even though a moment's clear thought would have reminded me that I'm on the groundfloor and there were two large and easily-openable windows on the opposite side of the flat. Fear of fire is visceral. The hind brain kicks in, over-riding rational thought.

I fled to the phone. The Police had someone here in less than 3 mins. They didn't catch him. I was left shocky and shaken and crying. I also didn't sleep properly until the police arranged for me to have my letterbox sealed by a metal plate on the inside and an external mail box fitted. I still have them in place.

He's presently detained at Her Majesty's Pleasure on another matter. We're talking a hardcore crim and drug-user. He probably won't make old bones (already middle-aged like me) and I hope to see news of his death in the papers one day, although I wouldn't be complacent because his partner is a piece of work and just as violent.

As to why I was targetted? Because a passing Police officer stopped to pass the time of day with me outside the block and El Thuggo saw it and obviously thought we were talking about him.