Nice People Thread Part 9 - and so it continues

PasturesNew

When I was growing up, we had cheap mince and cheap sausages - and in the 60s/70s that meant "nasty, grey and gristly meat" - it was horrid biting into meat knowing that any moment now you'd hit a lump of gristle.

Because of that I've not bothered with meat much.

I also can't bear to touch raw meat.

I therefore very rarely buy any raw meat. I can tip out a pack of mince into a frying pan without touching it ..... but trying to snip the joins of sausage links with scissors, while keeping the sausages inside the pack, usually means that I do have to touch sausages briefly..... hate that.

Now the advice is to not wash chickens - I can get packaging off from round a chicken and get it into a dish without touching it .... although I only need to do that once a year if I am put in charge of the turkey crown. I even touch/fold/dispose of the packaging with just my tiniest fingertips as even that's gross.

lostinrates

Feeling better. Sid and I are going to make a cheese cake this afternoon for them to have this weekend. .

silvercar

michaels wrote: »

We tried using the quorn chicken pieces as a chicken substitute in a stir fry - once was enough Half and half with beef mince it is just about bearable. We always buy the lowest fat mince and then pour off the fat when it is frying.

Dw and the DKs are tyring to visit DW's sister in London but sadly didn't check the traffic news before they left and ran into an M25 closure until at least 6PM. As DW does not do driving routes she doesn't know even though the diversion is quite straight forward I think they are best off abandoning for the day, even if you can do the diversion the traffic is likely to be horrendous

From your [STRIKE]town[/STRIKE] cathedral city, I would have the thought the train was a far more convenient travel mode.

lostinrates wrote: »

I'm going to pull on a maxi dress instead. DH prefers women in dresses anyway.

OH hates maxi dresses. Doesn't understand the look at all. He thinks long dresses are for posh evening affairs only and trying to where a long dress during the day is stupid. I think they are comfy and hide a multi-tude of sins.

silvercar

PasturesNew wrote: »

My ideal post situation is to be able to have/choose a letter box that drops mail directly onto my mat inside my home ..... and the space/potential to be able to have some box outside if I were to ever decide to receive parcels.

The trouble with post boxes is - what if you go away for 7-10 days just when several organisations (banks, HMRC, whoever) randomly decide to send you a large C4 envelope containing a brochure. There's simply not the room in those boxes for them to [a] fit be secure.

6 years ago, I was in a block of 8 studio flatlets with a communal hallway. Postie used to shove the mail through the letterbox into the communal hallway. Sometimes the communal doors outside weren't shut properly by others. The next person in would pick up the lot and lob it all onto an abandoned TV unit under the stairs..... anybody/anybody had complete free access to anybody's mail any time.... including random strangers passing who might have just tried the door.

My individual door didn't have a letterbox - although the couple of people who owned their studio flats had a letterbox on the door, the postman wouldn't come in and put them through - if the postman gained entry he'd just lob everything onto the abandoned TV cabinet.

Would a maisonette be more suitable - your own front door with letter box. And a level of privacy that means you don't have a communal hall.

silvercar

Loanranger wrote: »

So much to read!
First, hope NDG has good news today, she has been in my thoughts a lot since her post yesterday.
I have a great nephew due to be born shortly and so babies are on my mind at the mo. Must say, I preferred the olden days when gender of baby was unknown til that moment of birth. Hope this doesn't cross the line of offending anyone here.

Second, am delighted that PN has called me out on the posh alert thing. I now feel that I might be acceptable having had an alert but not sure it was accurate. It was a pretentiousness alert, strictly.

I'm married, love jewellery. Currently reawakening an old interest in making jewellery in a small way. Have all the gear but it was a fad and I tired of it.

Don't like cooking or baking but like reading about how it's done. Looking at the pictures of baked items is good, too, and easier on the waistline than tasting. I'm probably more interested in how Mary Berry can wear make up at her age and get away with the foundation sinking into the creases. I suspect she wears false eyelashes. Oh the horror!! That's something I have never done.

There's obviously one, or maybe two ill NPs here and don't want to pry but hope you're coping with it all.

I am grateful to Doozer for the fireplace links. One of the links for the slate leads to a place only about 30 miles from where I live and may well go and take a look as am in the market for new fireplace. A niece had a bath stone fireplace installed recently c/w clearview wood burner. I suspect that it won't be lit more than once. So that's explaining whereabouts I live without saying upfront. It's definitely Outer Herts.

About Facebook, I love it. I am involved in several secret private FB groups where we can get together and chatter, like here, but no-one else can see. I set up a couple myself and they're all transatlantic groups with a common interest that drew us together. All harmless. Nothing sinister.

Phew!

I love jewellery too. And fireplaces. I am also married. And facebook (do you play candy crush?) I think that ends the things in common. I am in inner Herts, jewish, love mushrooms, work for myself so have some time to chatter on here.

michaels

silvercar wrote: »

From your [STRIKE]town[/STRIKE] cathedral city, I would have the thought the train was a far more convenient travel mode.

3 small kids, their gubbins, visiting an address 15 mins uphill from the train station plus 'side trips' to various other places and heavy rain forecast - sure slow traffic would be an issue later but the less hassle factor would win out by miles. DS also a bit floppy and possible bad tummy so that would have been fun on public transport not....

Edit not forgetting an extra 11 quid on the ticket price if you want to come back between 4.30 and 7.30 making it 20 quid more than the petrol cost....

silvercar

Your right about the rain, had a downpour here about an hour ago.

lostinrates

silvercar wrote: »

OH hates maxi dresses. Doesn't understand the look at all. He thinks long dresses are for posh evening affairs only and trying to where a long dress during the day is stupid. I think they are comfy and hide a multi-tude of sins.

Mine loves maxi dresses, he likes to guess what's being worn underneath.....is it thermal long johns or .....

We also never get tired of the cats liking them....I often walk along as if I have the very skinny tip of a tail hanging out as a small cat tippy toes along under the dress with me. When there are two cats under there its more alarming, especially if they have a scuffle ( they are grumpy with each other today).

lostinrates

Cheese cake in oven.

Had a disagreement with a box of cake tins. Dog dog (who annoying ly is in segregation again, turns out last season was easier because it was a sit season...grrr) rushed on to the kitchen and assuming the attic box was attacking me bit it. Then realised it was inanimate and started pulling it off me. She's such a treasure.

michaels

lostinrates wrote: »

Mine loves maxi dresses, he likes to guess what's being worn underneath.....is it thermal long johns or .....

We also never get tired of the cats liking them....I often walk along as if I have the very skinny tip of a tail hanging out as a small cat tippy toes along under the dress with me. When there are two cats under there its more alarming, especially if they have a scuffle ( they are grumpy with each other today).

I thought the whole point of a maxi dress rather than a mini is that there wasn't any danger of any pussy showing at the bottom.


I'll get my coat.