Nice People Thread Part 9 - and so it continues

lostinrates

Getting closer.......

chewmylegoff

Wheezy wrote: »

I'm sure McGyver can open a door with a phone and a chocolate orange.

Why would you waste a chocolate orange on a door?

PasturesNew

misskool wrote: »

14 hour work day. is that even legal?

Yes, it can be legal in a lot of situations.

Whether that's slavery though will depend on: What you're doing in those 14 hours though, and how much choice/control you have over your work/time/environment, how much you're paid.

e.g. I have one friend who does overtime, overnight, as a radiographer in a Hospital. She gets a fortune for the night, gets a bed and can have a sleep if there's not much going on, then she also gets time off in lieu .... so every 9 months she takes 4-6 weeks off work as she's already earnt a fortune that year - and travels the world.

On the other hand, if you were down the coal mines, cleaning out the toilets with your bare hands, while a supervisor timed each one and kept telling you you weren't fast enough - and all for minimum wage, that's a different ball game.

PasturesNew

I think to cut into glass etc you just need a special drill bit (and lots of experience of course). Probably diamond tips.

lostinrates

PasturesNew wrote: »

Yes, it can be legal in a lot of situations.

Whether that's slavery though will depend on: What you're doing in those 14 hours though, and how much choice/control you have over your work/time/environment, how much you're paid.

e.g. I have one friend who does overtime, overnight, as a radiographer in a Hospital. She gets a fortune for the night, gets a bed and can have a sleep if there's not much going on, then she also gets time off in lieu .... so every 9 months she takes 4-6 weeks off work as she's already earnt a fortune that year - and travels the world.

On the other hand, if you were down the coal mines, cleaning out the toilets with your bare hands, while a supervisor timed each one and kept telling you you weren't fast enough - and all for minimum wage, that's a different ball game.

God, I wish DH got time off in lieu.....it would make so much difference.:(


Actually his days have been fairly decent these days he's doing about nine to eight thirty or nine, Plus getting time for lunch. He's going to the gym at least twice a day ATM too:eek: ( sometimes he's going at lunch time if he's got enough time). He 's trying o get exercise endorphins all the time.

He says categorically he's not going away for Christmas.

neverdespairgirl

chewmylegoff wrote: »

Seen him in my local a couple of times although only after the stroke. Seems nice enough.

He's a journalist, who shagged some other journalist, and then got out a super-injunction, which he maintained for some years, to "protect the privacy of his family". Can't think of much of a better definition of "hypocrite" myself.

silvercar wrote: »

You really did your own stitches???

I once removed stitches myself, thought that was stupid enough.

You are both utterly insane <shudder>

We had a bolshie cat once, who deeply resented the stitches put in her flank after she was "done". She bit them all out <wince>. The vet re-did them and covered it with a secure bandage and a sort of collar thing to stop her getting at them. She saw off the collar and bandage and bit them all out a second time. So then he left it, it seemed positively sadistic to keep on going.

neverdespairgirl

chewmylegoff wrote: »

It appears delay was storm in a teacup, appointment has now been brought forward to mid October! That was surprisingly easy.

The NHS is wonderful and you don't need to pay any more tax so we can get an earlier appointment. Well done.

And here I've been, making sure my VAT return is on time - I needn't bother now.

Doozergirl wrote: »

I've just locked myself out of the house with only my phone and a chocolate orange for company.

Hope you're now safely tucked up somewhere nice and warm - preferably your own house, but failing that, somewhere comfortable.

GDB2222 wrote: »

There's a system that sorts out issues such as finding yourself outside without a key. The way it works is that you load up your trousers with useful things - money, keys, hankie, credit cards - at the start of the week. Then you wear the same trousers every day until they are grubby. At that point you transfer the whole kit over to some clean trousers, etc. It's a really neat, virtually fail-safe system. It's one of the few things that men do better than women IMHO. Of course, it's a triumph of function over form, so it'll never catch on.

One lots of men deviate from in annoying ways.

OH, for example, empties his pockets every night onto the windowsill. In the morning, he picks up the £1 and £2 coins, and leaves the rest. Over time, a huge pile of shrapnel accumulates. When we moved from our old flat, he took a bag to the change machine, and got £67-odd back.

neverdespairgirl

silvercar wrote: »

Until you hear the bin men in your road at 7am, realise you haven't put the bin out and hurtle down the stairs and out the front door to move the bin the required 3 foot for them to empty it. Turn around and realise that the door has slammed shut behind you and you aren't wearing your work trousers but are still in your pyjamas.

Hope you only did that once......?

I was about 6 months' pregnant with Isaac, and home alone - our flatmate had gone to see his grandparents in Northumberland or somewhere like that, and OH had gone to Israel for Passover. I went downstairs to put some rubbish out, clothed in a jersey top and very light sarong, and nothing else. And the front door to the block went "BANG". No-one in the other 3 flats was there, and the closest spare keys were with my mother in mid-Kent. And there was a saucepan on the hob.

In the end, I regret to announce, with no phone, no cash, and half-freezing to death, the fire brigade climbed up a large ladder, ducked through a window, and let me in.

lostinrates wrote: »

The die hard among my peers are pretty darn tough. I wouldn't do a teaching exam with broken or dislocated bits, and I wouldn't dream of trying a cross country course injured, I don't have the guts to do some of those jumps UNINJURED! (NDG's eventing sister is gutsy to want to do the big jumps at the big courses). They is one jump at one course (not even a four star) I won't even watch and cannot believe its allowed. IMO that's way stupider/braver and more painful to contemplate.

Or nuts.

Lily's only had two serious injuries, and neither was actually directly caused by riding. Earlier this year, she smashed her left arm (needed pins and so forth under general anaesthetic) when the door on the horse lorry fell off its pins and landed on her arm.

About 4-5 years ago, some great big clumsy horse with cross-country spikes on its hoof stood on her foot, and the spike went all the way through her foot from the top and out through the sole of her foot. That was extremely uncomfortable, and a serious infection concern - cross-country courses have all sorts of nasties lurking in the dirt, and that was now inside her foot.

neverdespairgirl

lostinrates wrote: »

You'd think wouldn't you?

Local reclaim yards....bloody hell, works out far more expensive!

Really?

We bought the doors for our flat (total of 9 doors - 3 x bedroom doors, 1 x bathroom, 1 x hall to bedroom area, 1 x washing machine cupboard, 2 x studies) for £12 each. They are 1890s very plain hardwood.

neverdespairgirl

I've had a busy week - on Tuesday, I drove to Heathrow and collected my baby bruv, and brought him back to our flat - he's just finished a three-year stint working in first a school and then a university in south Korea. He'd left his flat there 28 hours before he arrived in Clerkenwell, as he had to get from can't-spell-it to Seoul before he even got near a plane. He coped with remarkably good humour when confronted by a whizzing ball of enthusiastic energy in the shape of his nephew, who was overjoyed to see him.

I fed him several cups of coffee, and he then contemplated staying here overnight, but concluded he would be unable to get up the next morning and start another journey to Kent, so I dropped him at St Pancras with all his kit, and he met up with Dad, on his way home from work, who bought him a ticket (absence makes the wallet grow loser, apparently) and drove him from Ashford back to their house.

My darling Mama was overjoyed to see her favourite son, and fed him large quantities of traditional English moussarka.

He's coming back to stay with us for the weekend, and he's going to a mate's wedding on Saturday - in Westminster Abbey. He can't wear Dad's morning dress, as he's 3 inches taller, much wider around the shoulders, and a bit smaller around the waist, so he's had to hire some, amid much grumbling.

Today I was very busy, left home just before 8am, one case in one court room which finished at 1.50pm, and another case which wasn't (as we were assured it would be) in the same room started at 2pm, and over-ran, so I got to the Chambers meeting late and got bustled off sharpish for the post-meeting-p1ss-up.

Now I'm home, and taking a very deep breath!