Preparedness for when

Memory_Girl

D&#8517 wrote: »

Speaking of cooking smells someone is doing a curry and it's making my mouth water,wonder if I can track down the culprit lol.

That'll be me ..... sorry!!!

Lamb Biryani in the Thermal Cooking Bag ........... but the smell as I fried it all up was LUSH!!!

MG

Butterfly_Brain

Frugalsod wrote: »

Belated happy birthday Butterfly Brain.

craigywv wrote: »

Meant to say belated birthday wishes butterfly xxx

Thank You x x x

Butterfly_Brain

Time to get fit

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfFjt9EXFgc

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Asda are stocking one.

It's not cheap, at £8, but it is Tefal.

ragz_2

Bedsit_Bob wrote: »

Asda are stocking one.

It's not cheap, at £8, but it is Tefal.

What, a Walrus? Or was that totally unrelated to the last post? lol

ragz_2

If our cats bring a mouse in, DH dispatches it humanely... his reasoning is then the cats won't lose in the house, or torture it to death or cause it to die of fright. He does let them play with/eat the remains though... I always want to release them outside but he reckons they would die soon after because of the traumatic experience.

armyknife

MrsLurcherwalker wrote: »

Air quality is much better here this morning, He Who Knows has walked the lurcha and isn't breathless, we've a slight breeze which must be making a difference.

Here in South Western Hampshire we pretty much had to wait for the five o'cloak rain to sort the air out.

armyknife

GreyQueen wrote: »

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.

CG, you mean he was a terrorist; you know people the 'security forces' spend billions chasing all over the globe, rather than deal with the real threats to our way of life like this guy.

thriftwizard

Is anyone else feeling a tad unsettled about this "smog" thing? I know they're saying it's just because the reporting agency has changed so we're all more aware of it, but we're nowhere near the worst of it and I've been picking up a strange, slightly chemical smell on & off today. I know I'm not the only one; have read blog reports from locations well north and north-east of here. Although we are close to the Channel, I really don't think this one is down to rotting French cabbages...

I drove back across our county this afternoon and the weather could only be described as weird; very heavy monsoon-type rain, falling through thick orange fog. But 15 miles up the road, just a sepia sky with ordinary English spring rain, and no smell. All a bit bizarre...

GreyQueen

The CPS bottled it, frankly. But I'm still here and he's in a cell, and his lifelong criminality will see him returning again and again to his natural habitat - prison. And he uses hard drugs as well as deals them, and druggies don't tend to live much past middle-age, in my experience. If they don't fall afoul of their compadres in the trade first.

Multi-organ failure isn't a pleasant end, SuperGran (retired nurse) has seen how they end and it ain't pretty.

I answer the anti-social behaviour hotline in this city, among other duties, and there are people from childhood to pensionhood being terrorised in their own homes. And whole neighbourhoods under the thrall of scumbags. A fraction of the resources used to chase international terrorists spent inside our borders cleaning up some of this mess wouldn't go amiss.

When El Thuggo's lifestyle catches up with him, I shall raise a discreet celebratory glass in private. You may be delighted to know that several deeply-unpleasant, bone-idle, slovenly, violent, sewer-mouthed drug-using women are currently raising his various offspring, so the future supply of more of the same has been secured for posterity.

Our tax pounds hard at work, hey?