Preparedness for when

Si_Clist

Cheers GQ. It's ages since I saw a residential tenancy agreement and I don't recall any mention of drugs in it, hence my puzzlement. I also hadn't realised that the offender lived near enough to you for his effluvium to actually be a nuisance.

Hope you're feeling more human soon!

maryb

Another useful tip, if you draw a straight line between the tips of the crescent and it makes a p for premier it's a waxing moon but if it forms a d for dernier it's a waning moon

'Course what GQ needs to know is when is it full moon

GreyQueen

Si_Clist wrote: »

Cheers GQ. It's ages since I saw a residential tenancy agreement and I don't recall any mention of drugs in it, hence my puzzlement. I also hadn't realised that the offender lived near enough to you for his effluvium to actually be a nuisance.

Hope you're feeling more human soon!

Thanks, pet. I really don't give a monkey's what my neighbours do and would be happy to let them get on with it, apart from the enforced intimacy of sharing a ceiling with their floor and the airflow between their home and mine carrying their weed as well as their racket down to me. I talked to a customer today who was hospitalised over the weekend due to being kippered in a neighbour's cannabis smoke.:(

Pity they can't have a nice detached home somewhere else. Please join me in wishing them every success on the national lottery, so they can go buy a dream home somewhere far away and puff away to their hearts' content.

Just switched the mobble fone on and discovered I'd almost missed the Computer Wiz. Upshot is, he has one more Mr Fixit job this eventide and then will text me to see if it's not too late to pop over and install the new power unit. If I miss him tonight, it'll be one more week as he's off to Forn Parts (well, Scotlandshire ) to work.

Feeling a bit rubbish but am bumbling around the homestead putting stuff away and doing some chores. Soda crystals down the plugholes, stuff like that. You'd be amazed at how OCD you get about plumbing when you've booked as many unblocks as I have.

I have a very glamorous life, don'tchaknow............:p

ETA maryb, we always know when it's the full moon. The callers get decided weirder than usual. And a bit similar, but less powerful, effect is noticable at the new moon, too.

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Yet again, someone assuming everyone has children. :mad:

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As I type, Buggalugs is tucking into Cheese and Broccoli pasta.

Her eating is anything but ladylike.

All I can hear is CHOMP - CHOMP - CHOMP.

GreyQueen

What the heck are you feeding her that for? That's people food.

One of the parental cats brought a mostly-dead mouse onto their bed at 5 am one day last week. The Queen of Sheba may look ornamental but she's got all her savage instincts in the right place. Shame about where she tried to leave the entrails, tho. _pale_

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GreyQueen wrote: »

What the heck are you feeding her that for?

She loves it.

She also loves ASDA Chips and Curry Sauce.

She's quite keen on sponge cakes too.

That's people food.

She thinks she's a person.

GreyQueen

Bedsit_Bob wrote: »

She loves it.

She also loves ASDA Chips and Curry Sauce.

She's quite keen on sponge cakes too.



She thinks she's a person.

Every single cat I've ever met has most definately been a person. The Q looks at you as if you are a particularly unsatisfactory member of staff whom she'd like to sack. Or possibly execute. Then you see her twig that she's almost been revealed as evil and you can watch the cogwheels go around and see her thinking Darnit, nearly rumbled, better do that dewy-eyed lolling in their arms and purring bit.

If the Queen was a human person she'd be a manipulative gold-digging high-maintenance ladyfriend with a savage streak and a future in the tabloids having offed her keeper to get the money, the mansion and the lifetime supply of salmon. Bliddy good job she only weighs 9 lb sopping wet. She worries me sometimes and I speak as a cat lover.

At least with her sister Wild Thing (cute but dumb) you never feel that world domination is on the agenda.

mardatha

MrsL I'm not a maid of Kent but I too grew up knowing that if you were miserable or down then the only way out of that is to haul yourself out of it, because nobody else will do it for you. Maybe some of the teens need that attitude now? Instead of running onto FB and trumpeting their every wee problem to the world, or seeking counselling
GQ on my spooky site we certainly know when it's a full moon - so much so that some staff members refuse to come into chat until the next night :rotfl:

VJsmum

MrsLurcherwalker wrote: »

VJsMUM we hie from the same part of the world and sound to have had very similar beginnings in life, they breed 'em tough in North Kent don't they petal? Theres nothing like being broke and hungry to toughen you up is there, and growing up with everyone else in the same situation as yourself teaches you a lot about resilience and perseverence doesn't it? Sure made me realise at a very early age that if I wanted anything I'd have to work for it 'cos sure as eggs is eggs no one was going to hand it to me on a plate!!! I think a childhood spent like that teaches you determination and self reliance and motivates you for the rest of your days to keep plodding on with an eye on where you are aiming at in life and not to accept second best, stubborn us Maids of Kent no?

Hi, I had forgotten you are a "maid" too, as is JackieO and a few others ( or might be Kentish maids :-/, I am definitely a Maid of Kent). Where I grew up we never thought of ourselves as poor, we were all the same so that's just what it was. my auntie was reasonably well off cos she ran a pub and had no children, but she spoilt us something rotten and I just thought she was better off cos she had no kids. It was only in the early 1980s that I came to realise that perhaps we weren't so well off after all.

I remember clearly pointing out to mum in the supermarket that buying a big box of washing powder was much cheaper than keep buying small boxes, and she pointed out that she didn't have enough money for the big one, I remember her only buying half a cucumber (for six of us :eek:) cos she couldn't afford the whole one, and once she left it behind in the shop and I had to go back to get it. I was mortified and to this day can't only buy half a cucumber. We didn't have central heating, just gas fires in the living rooms - they were never on at the same time. A paraffin stove was lit in the bathroom on a Sunday, bath day. I loved Sundays

I am full of admiration for how my mother got on with it, and it has stayed with me. I can afford posh handbags and a pair of Jimmy Choos if I wanted, but it can't bring myself to buy them. We need a new sofa and I would go round the charity shops but OH has said no, we will get a new one. The old one is 20 years old though, I know people who would buy new every time they decorate :eek:

That sort of childhood never leaves you I don't think. I am glad I had (most of) it. I certainly have had more freedom than my kids have, and they have had more than a lot of kids have.