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chewmylegoff

Nikkster wrote: »

I was known to get the night bus. To zone 6 :eek:

Twice I ended up in taxis - once a friend who had rather a lot more money than I paid. The other time I was about £70 out of pocket :eek: :eek:

I think you can get back here leaving London around 3am, which is pretty good really.

I stopped getting the nightbus after the second time someone randomly spat on me whilst I was sitting there minding my own business.

The night tube will probably be ok though as you have to look at someone before you can spit on them unless you are especially skilled.

I've yet to get the "party train" back home whilst living here but I imagine it will just be full of people in their mid 40s sleeping past their stop!

Generali

Ooch. Had the office Xmas party last night. My head hurts and Mrs Generali is not best pleased with me.

lostinrates

GDB2222 wrote: »

We had an oven delivered recently, and two brawny men carried it in. It weighs probably a quarter of Big Dog (it's only a single electric oven), but Elfin Safety required two people to carry it.

Surely, you'd have hurt yourself if you had tried to move Big Dog on your own? I'm quite sure you were right to avoid that. It really would not have helped matters if you had 'done your back in'. You absolutely did the right thing, in my very humble opinion.

No, no. I wouldn't have tried alone. What happens is....

( squeamish please don't read)






In a pigs ear, you and the vet roll the dead animal on to a sturdy piece of fabric.....and make a sling and carry them out and try and get them into the boot of the vets car or your own so you are sort of trying to get a huge dog into a not very convenient space, or folding limbs in. Only to repeat process with more hands at other end if it was you cat cos vet drives a sports car or tiny thing ( thankfully with more people usually and sometimes at a big practice a suitable stretcher).

Its the kind of time you with you have polished floors so you can drag them through the house. As you cry and your nose runs. She weighed around seventy kg at the end.....so thirty five kilos if the vet and one carrier each pull their weight.




Don't even ask about when you have horses done in the back garden and the trailer cannot get a decent angle . .

lostinrates

Nikkster wrote: »

I was known to get the night bus. To zone 6 :eek:

Twice I ended up in taxis - once a friend who had rather a lot more money than I paid. The other time I was about £70 out of pocket :eek: :eek:

I think you can get back here leaving London around 3am, which is pretty good really.

Actually I wouldn't get a night bus any more at all. Horrid things. But I was in London such a short time w/ out a car. Even if my car was used only for late nights and weekends.

GDB2222

lostinrates wrote: »

No, no. I wouldn't have tried alone. What happens is....

( squeamish please don't read)






In a pigs ear, you and the vet roll the dead animal on to a sturdy piece of fabric.....and make a sling and carry them out and try and get them into the boot of the vets car or your own so you are sort of trying to get a huge dog into a not very convenient space, or folding limbs in. Only to repeat process with more hands at other end if it was you cat cos vet drives a sports car or tiny thing ( thankfully with more people usually and sometimes at a big practice a suitable stretcher).

Its the kind of time you with you have polished floors so you can drag them through the house. As you cry and your nose runs. She weighed around seventy kg at the end.....so thirty five kilos if the vet and one carrier each pull their weight.




Don't even ask about when you have horses done in the back garden and the trailer cannot get a decent angle . .

I must be a wimp, because I would not try to carry 35kgs. To put this in perspective, the largest bag of cement that wickes sell is 25kgs, and (being thoroughly sexist, but realistic) that's most likely going to be picked up by a strong man.

lostinrates

Fir has carried the biggest orvis bed upstairs and the dogs are sitting on it......for now.


Very sweetly, the two dogs and two cats all had treats together this evening...big dog was too pushy and mauve squeaker was justifiably very scared of her. This evening mauve squeaker pushed through the other dogs and demanded a treat ( prosciutto trimmings) before the dogs, So we had a row of four fuzzies. Getting treats in order, cat, cat, dog-dog, kiwi. Only mauve squeaker was being pushy.

lostinrates

GDB2222 wrote: »

I must be a wimp, because I would not try to carry 35kgs. To put this in perspective, the largest bag of cement that wickes sell is 25kgs, and (being thoroughly sexist, but realistic) that's most likely going to be picked up by a strong man.

When I was a young teen girl I got a holiday job at a saddlery and feed merchants. Feed sacks used to weigh 30 kg plus when h/s or e u or something made them weight 25 we were expected to carry two at a time. Most of the girls who did jobs like this were slips of gels who were doing this for discounts on pony feed and did other pastimes like ballet or gymnastics.



There is no doubt I have lost a huge amount of strength mind you.

CKhalvashi

GDB2222 wrote: »

If you work in Watford, say, there's a lot to be said for living within walking/cycling distance of your work-place. A Travelcard for zones 1-9 plus Watford is over £80 per week. It really is quite MSE to walk/cycle to work and then buy the odd off-peak fare to visit friends in London.

http://www.tfl.gov.uk/cdn/static/cms/documents/tube-dlr-lo-adult-fares-jan-2014.pdf

If you rent a flat, the normal minimum rental is six months, which is quite a long time if it's in the wrong place. Does the same problem arise if you flat-share?

Although it may get significantly cheaper with the app I'm doing some work for next year. Ridesharing service currently being trialled in Paris, and will spread to other areas if it works.

I'm not going to advertise, but the name of the company is on my Twitter

chewmylegoff

lostinrates wrote: »

When I was a young teen girl I got a holiday job at a saddlery and feed merchants. Feed sacks used to weigh 30 kg plus when h/s or e u or something made them weight 25 we were expected to carry two at a time. Most of the girls who did jobs like this were slips of gels who were doing this for discounts on pony feed and did other pastimes like ballet or gymnastics.



There is no doubt I have lost a huge amount of strength mind you.

I might just be able to drag two 25kg bags around but I'd need a lie down and a cup of tea afterwards!

zagubov

Nikkster wrote: »

Six months isn't really that long. Especially when everything (e.g. job) is new and shiny and with that special kind of tired when you're getting to know everything and everyone.

When I moved to London I:
- slept on a friend's sofa for a few nights
- moved into somewhere as a lodger (stayed there for 6-7 months)
- moved into a flatshare. Think I might have been a sublet that the letting agent wasn't aware of, but this had been going on for years - 2/3 of the people in the flat had their name on the contract and when one of them moved out, someone else put their name on. Never saw the LA in the 12 months I was there. Managed to dodge getting onto the contract, which was probably very very fortunate

Only the last of those 3 would have been any hassle to leave at the drop of a hat - and then I only needed to find a replacement occupant for my room.

Ah London, the land of hope and opportunity

When I first moved here, I had found a flat that some foafs were moving out of. Another two mates moved in as the original foafs moved on. I was half an hour's brisk walk from the tube. I hated London driving so much I parked my car down a side street and tried to forget about it. Once a month I'd drive it round the district to charge the battery. Sold it at an auction as quickly as possible and never missed it.

London's got an undeserved reputation for being an unfriendly place. In reality I found it to be really welcoming. A huge proportion of the population are from elsewhere and are keen to adopt or induct new arrivals and show them the ropes. Residents whose families have been there for generations are harder to meet, but equally friendly.